There is so much of the stressful, hectic and hurried in our lives this time of year. As Christmas approaches, I am repeatedly asked the question, "Where are you going for the holidays?" or it's less exotic cousin, "Do you have any fun plans this year?" And while I personally revel in our legion traditions without the least desire to do anything else, I do occasionally find that a deflated sigh escapes me in the 2 beats before I answer. Why is this? I would hate to go somewhere exotic this time of year - never do I feel more joyfully tied to or rooted in my home and family. I think that perhaps that it is more the siren song of enforced relaxation that gives voice to my rare, yet unbidden and unruly exhalations.
"Slow down for heaven's sake!" "Drink it in!" "It will be over before you know it" tend to be the subconscious drumbeat to my psyche's holiday soundtrack, as if repeating it over will make it so. Much to my dismay, I find instead that slowing down becomes another item on the to-do list and "over before you know it" bumps the speed of life up a notch. (I was really tempted to use a record-player reference there, but thought it was too 1970s.) 😏
Does this mean we all need to stop what we're doing and find the nearest audio device awaiting our melodic discovery? Not necessarily. Relaxation may be dressed as your favorite book, an untried recipe, or a soothing soak in a fragrant bath.