I know, it’s that time of year. The time when there is more to do, more to see, more to do.
But it’s been that time of year all year. So I’m not prepared.
And there is no end in sight. No sliding into the new year for me. I’ll be sprinting and hoping that I make it.
I hate winter and it’s cabin fever inducing days upon weeks of staying indoors. But oh am I looking forward to it this year.
We can’t go out? We have to stay inside? Make some cookies, light a fire, watch a movie? All weekend?
I remember days when I yearned for busyness like this. When I felt like life hadn’t quite started yet or wasn’t quite full enough. I searched for ways to make it busier. I should have just enjoyed the quiet.
Because life has started now. And it is full. And I LOVE it.
But I’m thinking there has to be a middle between there and now. Some sort of balanced place where I’m not running from one thing to the next. Where I am taking the time to simply enjoy.
A friend of mine is planning to take off for most of the month of December and spend it with her daughter, enjoying the holidays. She does her own thing so she can plan life out this way. She’s been working like a mad woman throughout November to make it happen. But in a few weeks I’m sure she’ll say it was worth it.
I admire her for that kind of planning and dedication.
And though I don’t have the option to be that clear cut, I wonder how I can still take some inspiration from her. How, amidst the busy and the things I need to do, I can still make sure to enjoy this holiday season.
I have a few days to figure this out.
I’ll just add it to the list.