Christmas is officially over.
My most dreaded days of the year has come and gone and…it wasn’t really all that bad.
Normally, in the days leading up to Christmas, I am filled with anxiety and nervousness. I am sad that my Mom isn’t alive, and irritated that I have to interact with people who are still around. All I really want to do is bury my head under the covers and not open my eyes until boxing day.
But I didn’t really feel any of that this year.
I just went with it. I didn’t let the little things bother me and I enjoyed the moments for what they were.
I ate a lot (good riddance, gallbladder!), I gave and received some nice gifts, and I laughed.
And now I don’t have to think about it again for another year.
What more could you ask for?