It’s Christmas Eve. All the food preparation is done. The leaves swept up outside. The tree is decorated, santa hats unpacked and cheesy tunes uploaded to my playlist.
The past week has been manic – as is traditional at this time of year. A week ago I created an author page for myself on Facebook then promptly failed to write a single new post – my timing wasn’t fantastic.
Tomorrow all the beautiful men in my world – young and old – will arrive to feast and our house guest from Melbourne will get to experience Christmas Day the way we do it – boisterous and loud and overflowing with food and champagne.
I’m suffering my annual curse of “Will there be enough food?!”
And then on Boxing Day I’ll see all the leftovers and wonder why I ever worry. I eternally over cater. I’m exhausted – physically and mentally. I adore Christmas but it’s also very taxing. My emotional regulation tools are better than before but a long way from healthy. Progress is made one small step at a time.
I wish every single one of you a blessed, joyous and peaceful day tomorrow, regardless of how – or if – you celebrate the festive season.
My goal after the next two days are done and dusted for another year, is to shed a lot more light on my progress and my where-to-from-here musings.
In the meantime happy days to you all. May you be surrounded by a circle of love and friendship, be blessed with a full belly and a light heart. And above all else, be kind to yourself.