My girls are at an age now where they are enjoying the Christmas countdown. So much so they have asked me to have the numbers up, so they can see how many days to go. It makes them so excited, watching the days tick down, the inevitable fun of Christmas morning inching ever closer.
As for me. It makes me antsy having the numbers up there in front of me. Taunting me with how little time I have left, and how much I have left to do. In fact if I’m honest I want to take the numbers down. But I leave it there for my kids.
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December, the month of endings, the month of finishing, the month of preparation for a new year, a new beginnings. I love this time of year. But if I’m honest, sometimes in all the hustle of this season, I wish it all away and wish that next year was here already.
We are a people that are focused on the new, the novel, the next big thing. And we have tendency to want to skip over now and rush ahead.
I have not been able to shake this phrase over the last few months.
pregnant pause: a pause that gives the impression that it will be followed by something significant
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It is December this week, and I see it hurtling towards me. I feel inside that tensing and bracing, getting ready for the oncoming onslaught of busy.
This happens every year.
Every year, I fight it. The busy that December brings.
And, every year, I lose.
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So I broke my promise. The one I made, when I said I was going to write every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday until the end of the year. I didn’t post on Monday this week. I couldn’t. I was overwhelmed by the voices on social media, hard, unforgiving, strident, graceless.
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I had a … well for the sake of the guilty parties let’s call it a discussion … with my daughter the other day.
It went like this:
Why didn’t you do X?
I was going to!
But you didn’t
But I was going to!
Procrastination, isn’t it wonderful!
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I spent the weekend at my first creative retreat, with a community of women who were brave, vulnerable, creative souls.
The night before I left I wrote two words over and over in my journal:
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