I keep forgetting that it’s almost Christmas, likely because I recently got back from the vacation I can’t shut up about and have been preoccupied with other stuff that my mind is conflating to seem much more important than it probably is.
This Christmas apathy is both a problem, since I haven’t done any shopping or written any cards (yes, this post is a drawn-out way of informing friends and family that they shouldn’t expect anything from me in their mailbox anytime soon), and strange, since I’m usually all about over-celebrating the holidays. I started right on schedule with my Christmas preparations this year—i.e., inappropriately early—but my enthusiasm almost completely petered out within mere days. At least I managed to spend hours arranging and rearranging the lights on the tree first.
It’s time to take control and resume my rightful position as obnoxiously enthusiastic celebrator of Christmas. To that end, I’m listening to a Christmas mix on Spotify in an attempt to put myself back in the spirit, I spent fifteen minutes this afternoon staring at the tree (“FOCUS, KG,” I told myself; “CHRISTMAS SPIRIT. YOU CAN DO THIS”), and I bought some waxy Christmas chocolates from the dollar store and have been periodically contemplating eating them, though I haven’t gone so far as to actually do it because they’re really only for decoration.
As I wrote about a few posts ago, I narrowly dodged spending Christmas in the hospital this year, and as regular readers know, I spent a significant chunk of the 2013 holiday period in the hospital. I feel like I should be extra-motivated, then, to have a super-fantastic Christmas this time around. Or maybe I should just be easy on myself and take things as they come. Food for thought: delicious traditional Christmas food that I won’t prepare. Sigh.
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 