A Beautiful Mess
The holdiays are a beautiful mess. Cheesy, right? I say the title of the post in the first sentence. There I go, thinking out loud. But They are. I said it to someone today and it stuck. Think about it. We get all frustrated when they come around. We also remember the lights and glitz, but then forget until we are tangled up in the branches of the Christmas tree. It's holding us, pulling us in. Wrapping us in tinsel. Choking us? Ok, relax. Don’t go too far there. But yeah. Then we remember. And we already have that sweet sugar headache from the hot cocoa and peppermint bark. Ugh!
Do the lights work this year? Test them. Ok. Most of them do, but uh, this one. Great. Have to get a replacement. Of course, after much time spent trying to find the dead light. Either way. It's still beautiful. Wonderful. Memories made. All how you look at it. Perspective, right? Of course.
There are those who say next year will be better. But will it? Will you ever be ready for the holidays like that? I don't think so. You have to grasp what you have now, ride it into Christmas land and grab those candy canes from the branches. Eat them as you glide down to the town covered in blankets of fluffy flakes. Look around. No money? Ok. So just keep moving along. Anything can happen. Just live in the moment. Because you get only one life. And if you keep saying next year, time, whatever will be better, you may just run out of next times.