Day four. Been in the same sweatsuit and fuzzy robe. I go back to work tomorrow, and it doesn't feel like the holidays at all. Makes sense considering the rest of the year.
The dread was felt all year, but something about the "holiday season" made everything feel 100x worse. I know when most people think of this time, it's associated with family, travel, and lots of food. Well too damn bad because we are in a global pandemic.
How did I "celebrate?"
Didn't leave my apartment. Accidentally finished a bottle of wine by myself and went to bed before my Chinese food arrived. That's the spirit, am I right?
But ya know what? I didn't wake up with a hangover and had leftover Chinese for the next day. If that's not a Christmas miracle, I don't know what is.
What did I take away from all this? Adjust my expectations (lower them, if you will). Embrace the outcome the best I can. Is it actually working? I don't know yet. But I am writing today and drinking coffee rather than wine... so I'd say I'm doing better than I was four days ago.
With the New Year just days away, I'm going to stick to this strategy. Keeping my expectations low, but still having some hope for better days. Not just for me, but for everyone. Hope for good health, jobs, and some sense of security back in our lives.
Til next time,