What a difference a year makes. That statement may sound cliché, but it’s true.
Here’s how I know this.
Today is the first Friday in December, Page 2 in my 12th Chapter of my book called Opportunity. Last year around this time, my attitude was notably different than my attitude is today. Don’t believe me? Read this.
Last year, I was: (Pick one)
D. Suffering from empty nest syndrome
E. All of the above
If you chose “E,” you get the gold star! Last year at this time, I struggled to drum up some Christmas spirit. The crates full of holiday decorations lay idle strewn through the house, but I didn’t possess the motivation or desire to bedeck the surroundings. My mind, kidnapped and trapped by melancholy, continually persuaded me to ignore the approaching season of joy just as surely as my heart, harbored in sadness, agreed.
Empty nest syndrome and grief over my father’s passing reigned. My husband erected the artificial Christmas tree and strung it with twinkling lights, but it sat forlorn in the living room with no ornaments sprucing up its bare branches. Garland did not festoon anything nor were candles blazing in the windows. If it weren’t for hubby accomplishing the outside light decorating, our house would have sat as dark and dreary as I felt.
I was able-bodied, but always seemed tired, cold, sleepy or lethargic. With no kids in the house anymore or elderly father to check up on, I sure had the time, but I just couldn’t muster up the inclination. This lackadaisical attitude towards the Christmas season was as foreign to me as meeting up with an alien from outer space on my front lawn….it just doesn’t happen.
I’m one of those people who loves Christmas. I usually have all of my greeting cards addressed, stamped and the annual missive to friends and family printed and tucked inside the envelopes ready to mail by December 1. Shopping is accomplished early. Tree and all of the other festive decorations garnish and embellish our house the weekend after Thanksgiving. But last year, I literally finally forced myself to do….something… and half-heartedly prepared for the most beloved time of the year.
Thankfully, this year is different. I’m not so able-bodied (still suffering with some back and hip problems); I don’t have quite as much time; but I’m raring to go. Our house is ablaze with Christmas lights and finery outside; hubby and I finished that Thanksgiving weekend.
The tree sparkles in the living room with all its treasured ornaments resting on its branches. Christmas cards are addressed and will fill the mailbox soon (should be working on that Christmas letter instead of this blog post!). With any luck, we should complete our shopping this weekend.
So what has changed from last year? My attitude.
“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.” ~ Maya Angelou
I can’t change the fact that my kids have grown up, moved out, and have their own lives. I can’t change the fact that there are beloved faces missing from my family gathered around the Christmas tree. But I can change one thing….me. I can be a Scrooge, a Grinch, a Grumpy Gus, but I don’t have to be.
All it takes is a little Christmas and the knowledge that God loved us so much, He sent His only Son as the most perfect gift on that first Christmas so long ago.
Okay, I’m off to haul out some more holly and this year, the Christmas village will once again adorn the kitchen. So in case you’re a little low on Christmas spirit, I’m sharing my all-time favorite Christmas decorating song with you because we need a little Christmas right this very minute.