Today is an unofficial beginning to the holiday season, at least in the US. I used to have such deep reactions from parts of me around this time. On one end there was an excitement of “time off” of work (makes it sound like a prison sentence), the joy of sleeping in (because time was such a precious commodity), and the interest in eating and drinking (which was a way to cope with the other parts of me that felt otherwise). Then of course was the stress, the irritations, and the authentic lack of joy from a part of me to the whole deal.
I could feel the inner child in me ready for connection with others even though the connections were not all that fun on many levels. There was this feeling of magic that was like a word at the tip of your tongue but just couldn’t…
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