Wow, December 19th and this is only my fourth post so far this month. Must be some type of record or something.
Everything's fine. No need to worry.
My Holiday Spirit is still nowhere to be found, but it doesn't really bother me - I'm not really investing my energy in trying to locate it. I've done very little Christmas shopping, and I don't intend to do much more. I've not sent any holiday cards, nor baked any goodies (although I still manage to eat a shit-ton), and there's a significant possibility that I won't get around to doing either of those things.
Instead, I'm focused on our upcoming beach resort vacation next month. "Aruba, Jamaica, ooo I wanna take ya... Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go..." I've spent a lot of time thinking about what type of new bathing suit I'll buy, where I'll find some cute summer dresses on sale, and how many granola bars I can fit into my suitcase,
And today I researched how not to die while I'm in a developing country.
And then I set up an appointment for Hepatitis vaccines and memorized the recipe for a rehydration mixture.
All in all, my vacation is what I'm looking forward to. As for the holidays, I'm looking forward to attempting a lamb dinner with Hubby on Christmas Eve, opening our gifts, and having some wine by the fire. The Griswold Family Christmas may sneak in there somewhere too.
After that, we'll see. There will certainly be time for family hugs and minor gift exchanges, but there are no set plans yet.
And I'm ok with that. For once in my life, I'm ok with that. I'm doing what I feel like doing and I'm trying not to put so much goddam pressure on myself.
Trying. And so far not failing, so at least there's that.