How is it possible that we are in November already?
November means the holidays (and all the freaking pressure that comes with them) are nipping at our heels.
The New Year is right around the corner. More performance pressure to try again this year to make it all right…sigh.
Obligation will be in full swing.
Parties filled with food and booze that don’t support the life we are trying to live will be mandatory.
People will be harassing you because you don’t EAT (or drink) what everyone else is consuming.
Blech. Yeah, I said that. B-L-E-C-H.
You know what I think? I think the better majority of folks that I know really dislike the upcoming holiday season. So many of my contemporaries complain to me every year about how “this year, it’s going to be different. I’m not going to do what we’ve done in years past.”
Bullshit. I call, bullshit. It’s gonna happen again this year, too. But if you pull out your “NO” stick and start swinging, maybe, just maybe this year will be the year that IS different for you. The more you say no, the easier it will be.
I think that if everyone could just just have a turkey sandwich, maybe some apple pie with a little ice cream on it and move on, we’d be more than satisfied. I think most folks enjoy celebration and camaraderie with others, but not when it feels forced. Not when it feels like an obligation. That is the problem with these end of year holidays.
That big “O” word (and unfortunately I’m not talking orgasm”)…OBLIGATION… puts a big fat wet blanket on everything.
I saw this image posted on my cousin’s Facebook Page and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I love little Johnny and looking at him laying half naked, basking in that dappled summer sun with a little snack in his hands looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world makes me green with envy. Seriously. Who here can honestly say they don’t need some of this?