The pie has been eaten, the cranberry sauce has been thrown out, and we are completely sick of turkey sandwiches. Yep…Thanksgiving is over and we are now ‘officially’ into the holiday season. Except that in my neck of the woods, autumn has been late to arrive and we are just now into the peak season of color. Sunday’s walk around the neighborhood was an eclectic mix of fallen leaves and pumpkins and Christmas lights and inflatable snowman globes.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I had every intention of getting all of my Christmas decorations put up inside over the break. However, those plans did not take into consideration the swift, unexpected chest cold that I was hit with. Nor did they take into account an afternoon Gilmore Girls revival marathon.
Just like with the seasons, everything about my life right now feels like an overlapping, mixed up, mess of things.
But surprisingly, I’m not stressed out.
I should be stressed…I keep asking myself “Why aren’t you more stressed about this?” But really, I’m just not that concerned about it.
The thing is, I don’t want to live like a stressed out maniac anymore. I don’t want to suck the joy out of my life and everyone else’s by trying to make sure things are perfect. It’s just that simple. I don’t want a life that depends on things being neat and tidy. Because newsflash! – that’s never going to happen. If I am waiting to be happy until all of the loose end of my life are tied up…if I need all the messy bits of life to cleaned up before I can experience joy and peace…well, I’m going to sorely disappointed.
Because that’s just not what my life looks like.
My life is messy and and complicated and uncertain and beautiful. And I am totally OK with it.
I think if anything, that is the greatest gift of the practice of gratitude…to accept and embrace this life with all of its imperfections. And I can’t think of a better, more open-hearted way to enter into the holiday season.
So I’m not going stress about my dining room table. I know that here in the next few days I’ll get the dishes put away and the storage boxes back down into the basement. The Christmas decorations will go up and all will be well. But I am going to happy – I am choosing to be happy – in the middle of the mess.
Until next time.