Monthly Archives: December 2010
I had some really nasty dreams last night, we won’t get into that but when I have bad dreams, getting up doesn’t count. I feel like I wasted all my sleep time. It’s kind of like my cousin Dane rationalizing that “free time didn’t count because I didn’t have that much fun.” Great. I’m turning into a seven-year-old.
I finally looked at the clock at 7:40, which is a reasonable time to get up, but I just couldn’t. I don’t like sleeping past 7 or 7:30, but I don’t work today. I have nothing I have to do today (except pack and maybe decorat a Christmas jar. And put gift coupons into envelopes.)
Why did I dread getting up?
Because I felt like getting up meant I had to put in an exercise video and go for it. And I didn’t want to.
Dilemma: Allow myself to be lazy even though I know it won’t serve me, or to force myself to exercise when I don’t want to?
IE isn’t permission to pig out on churros or to be a couch potato, but quite the opposite. My body was telling me it wasn’t ready for action yet even thought it didn’t want to sleep more. Ok, I respect that.
So I got up and sat on the couch with my computer until I feel like doing something. I have that luxury courtesy of Christmas break, and I know my body well enough to know that after a little while, it will want to move, just not the second I pop out of bed.
I have the urge, and guess what I feel like doing? Walking in the snow and taking pictures of this winter wonderland. I can hardly believe it myself. I don’t like snow, I dislike cold even more and I really hate wet feet, and I’m sure to encounter all on my walk. Frozen fingers while trying to get a shot of frosted tree branches? Check. Numb face? Check. But it sounds like fun. It won’t burn calories like a 45 minute Tae-bo video, but it will make me feel good (once the numbness goes away.)
So I leave you know to put on a couple pairs of pants, a sweatshirt, wool socks and my whole hat/scarf/glove collection, and I hope you have a wonderful holiday, and if I don’t write before then, Merry Christmas!
Does anyone else think it’s ironic that this season of peace and celebration is statistically the most stressful time of the year for most people? Did you know that the suicide rate goes up around Christmas? Does anyone else find this weird? To do lists suddenly get even longer, stores are even more crowded and money gets tighter.
Too many people to shop for, gotta get those Christmas decorations up, and I haven’t even thought about the Christmas lights…crap. Gotta find a knock-out recipe to bring to this party, need to get the Christmas cards out…
But why does it have to be this way? Is this what Christmas is about?
Take a step back for a second and look at all the stuff you “have” to do. What will happen if you don’t do it all? What if you don’t make it to every party, or don’t get the Christmas village up, or don’t buy a present for all 27 cousins?
Christmas will still come. This glorious day that brought the world it’s savior, a time to be with our families and take a break from our hectic lives, it’ll still happen.
So slow down. Spend time with family and friends. Take a walk in the snow. Sing Christmas carols. Turn off all the lights and enjoy a mug of hot cocoa by the Christmas tree. Watch a favorite Christmas movie (my personal favorite is A Muppet Family Christmas, but if you’re more A Wonderful Life person, that’s fine too.) Take time to enjoy the season, even if it means not doing everything.