I love Christmas just as much as anyone. Normally, I am raring to go as soon as Thanksgiving dinner is over. This year, I feel differently. It’s like Christmas is speeding toward me and I am standing still, a sedentary target waiting to be hit.
Maybe it’s the fact that I saw the first Christmas merchandise in stores sometime while the temperature hovered around 100 or the fact that it’s November 28 and I am wearing a sleeveless shirt today. For whatever reason, it doesn’t FEEL like Christmas just yet. Instead of shopping and decorating, I find myself wishing that the thoughts of thankfulness and the crunching of the falling leaves might linger just a little while longer. And that I might linger too, doing nothing but listening. I am pushed, however, toward “the season”. It will come whether I feel like it or not!
The floor project is largely complete and down to “punch list” stuff waiting to be finished. The furniture needs to be put back in and there is more touch up painting ahead of me. I see the end of that tunnel but I am not there just yet.
My son’s birthday is next week. We are having his party at home so I will wait until that is over before dangling decorations from every possible place. After all, it won’t be long before he will think that a birthday party should be more than balloons and eating in the dining room. I see him entering a new phase of childhood but he is not there just yet.
Since August, I have been working on this idea of being a freelance writer. As I have had those thoughts and done some research along those lines, I find myself more and more energized just by thinking about it. I have taken the first steps; I have started making appropriate contacts; and I have pitched a few article ideas. I myself on the way but I am not there just yet.
By my count, it is 27 days until Christmas. When it arrives, my stockings will be hung and I’ll be as excited as my children! I see the time to get ready coming but it’s not just yet.
