Thinking of everyone who struggles through this time of year. Hugs!
This time of year– i.e., “the hap-happiest season of all”– is difficult for many people, including me. It has been since I was about fifteen or sixteen years old. That’s over half of my life spent wishing that Thanksgiving and Christmas and even New Years would just hurry up and be over already.
It’s not that I don’t love what the holidays represent. I do.
It’s not that I’m some bah-humbug Scrooge who is annoyed with it all. I’m not.
I think it mostly has to do with the dark. It’s so much, so suffocating. It’s waking up in blackness and having it already be dark when you leave work.
But it also has to do with the light– that is, the cheer, the general good tidings, the comfortable coziness that seems to accompany the holidays for most people. For some…
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