Good God Almighty. The Holidays are upon us. Six weeks of I don't know what.
My shrink always asks me on my first visit every New Year, "How were your holidays?" I always reply with something like, "I survived," or "I'd rather not talk about it."
It's a great time of year for those who like to shop, decorate, dress up and party. For others, it's a time of sadness and despair. For other others, it's something we wish would hurry up and be over with because the universe somehow stuck us with party poopers who suck the joy out of any occasion and leave us feeling worse.
We're supposed to reflect. If I reflect on holiday seasons past and the fact that most of the people included in those memories are dead and buried, I'm not feeling a whole lot of joy, if you know what I mean. Well in some cases I feel some relief.
I suppose the season has it's purpose going back to ancient times. It's something to take your mind off the darkest days. Then we're supposed to be surprised and joyous when the earth tilts and the days grow longer again.
Maybe I'm just grumpy because I'm on a low carb diet and Thanksgiving draws nigh.
What are your plans and what's your advice for surviving the coming weekend and subsequent weeks?
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