We are in a different kind of December. We can’t fill up our calendars with festive parties every weekend.
It’s strange, but you have to admit, you’re feeling more rested, and you have more time to do everything you want to do.
Maybe you won’t be making the drive to a family Christmas gathering. Maybe it will be the first time you miss it.
It’s sad, but you have to admit, it will save you a lot of stress. Christmas will be more peaceful.
The cookie exchange, the group of friends that gets together every year, the Santa pub crawl will all have to wait.
Those are tough sacrifices, but you have to admit, it will be nice to not have to bake so much, and it will be easier to stick to a healthful diet.
We are forced to let go of events, rituals, traditions. Some of them we happily set free; others we will miss terribly.
No matter what, there is breathing room in those lowered expectations.