the eve..

it is Christmas eve, i am so far from calm, cool and collected.

i’ve shopped, wrapped and planned yet I am still unorganzied.  that’s ok thought because i am not drowning in chaos just dipping my toes.

i’m under no illusion that just because it is a holiday,  perfect is going to appear.  i subscribe to the notion that perfect is overrated. i’m siding with this thought.

No one is perfect… that’s why pencils have erasers.” Author Unknown

i will be out there with the harried masses getting my last gift sorted ( its for my husband)why is it last minute? i know him the best, so why is it so tough to get his present? clearly one of my many failings.  oops!

so i am going to dig deep and vow to enjoy:

  • standing in a long line
  • the silliness of the parking lot
  • rude people (feel for them because they are not happy)
  • cleaning my house for company
  • the grocery store shop (because I forgot more than a few things)

if i enjoy this, i can’t be stressed out.

embrace the silliness of Christmas and ignore the rudeness, people who forget to drive and the invevitable line-up. you may put yourself out there in the craziness but only you control how you react to it.

smile and enjoy. good luck out there.

merry christmas


About ithinkinwords

i love common sense and innovation. the trails, mountains and oceans are magic. i run a little, have recently taken up mountain biking and find bliss in yoga. getting outside everyday and moving is a must! sometimes when i am driving i look into the rearview and think how did i get here? -- last time i looked i was 17 and crossing my fingers my VW had enough gas. well it got me here.

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