winter holidays: hum drums and haymakers!

I spent the morning out today. I didn’t hide, but I didn’t put myself out there for attention either. I walked as an every day dude just watching everything. The stress of the oncoming season is already starting. People are on high alert. Everyone is extra stressed. People are already putting on their battle armor just to get groceries. Everyone is becoming anxious about money. Cinnamon punches you in the face as soon as you walk into stores. The Christmas machine is already wreaking havoc on retail workers. It’s beginning to look a lot like SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I’m not one of those people who wages war on Christmas. It’s always been a wonderful time for family and love and giving. Sure I think that the retail corporations should hold off until at least the second week in November before they set berating you with the Christmas decor. I do love the Yuletide. It’s a time that makes me feel happy to have been blessed with loved ones. Time spent together sharing food, and tales of our journey. Setting the intent for the next year. So to me it makes no sense to make yourself crazy. Santa’s coming yo! Go have the dancing sugar plum dreams and chill the fuck out. You might find you actually enjoy it more than you ever let yourself.

For me it’s easy. I love my wife and kids. They are my blessing every day. Sure I try to get gifts, but they will still love me if I didn’t get them the newest, coolest, most rad, thingamajig or prettiest of a whatchamacallit. I would love to see more families out shopping together for gifts. Make it fun. We did for the past three years, like a secret Santa. We drew names and that was all you had to buy for. It had to be at least $50 but no more than $100. Of course as mom and dad we ignored it and bought for everyone. Now we decided there’s no pressure or expectations. If they want to get gifts great. Also if they decided they couldn’t that’s fine too. No pressure. We instead go out to a movie and get Chinese food on Christmas Eve. Christmas Day is just chill. At home watching the tube or whatever. I make some roast beast, and we sit and have a great dinner.

Thanksgiving is the same thing. Family and food. I don’t do the corporate thing of Black Friday shopping. I do understand sometimes family politics can set a bad taste, but here’s a secret. Nobody cares. If you’re invited, then you were loved enough to be thought of. If you’re hosting and someone falls into their drink, you can send them off. I mean it’s your house, your rules. Nobody will judge if you fucked up the turkey. If they do serve them tofu next time.

The point I’m trying to make is that there’s no reason to be so stressed. There’s no need to take out your frustrations on the kid making your deli sandwich. There’s no reason to get into a fist fight over a ‘thing’. Take a breath and look around. We’re all just trying too. The kid making your sandwich is doing the best he can in this busy world. Thank them. Wish them a happy holiday, or just “have a great day.” It means the world to them. Say thank you always. Be pleasant always. You can’t expect everyone else to be a ray of fucking sunshine, if you don’t even consider trying yourself.

Published by Snowy Owl

There was a lot more written here before. Then I saw it was irrelevant. I am just another person with an autoimmune disease and spectrum ”disorder” who is highly sensitive to their environment. I thought I would write a few things down, so here you go. Swim at your own risk!

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