Now that The Holidays are behind(ish) me, I have time to relax and reflect on how they went down. I usually relish this post time of year, but kind of having a long goodbye kiss now. Maybe because it has been cold and snowy, it just seems like I want to keep them keeping on. Or probably more honestly, it’s because I wasn’t ‘in charge’ of anything. I just showed up looking like a million dollars (yes, tongue in cheek), with the appropriate presents, and probably a better attitude. For some reason this year, I didn’t feel like The Holidays were something I had to get through to get back to real life. Shopping online surely helped my mood. And that was mostly for me. Who deserves it more she asks? I ate an appropriate amount of snacks. (My appropriate, don’t judge). And just kind of went with the flow. Looked forward to the next ‘to do’ with cute clothes and a nice purse. My priorities have always been a bit (?) shallow. Or have they? Maybe just knowing what gives me the most feel good hormones has kept that smile on my face. When I was hosting Christmas, it was a tremendous chore. In real life, I don’t like to cook or clean or entertain for that matter, but somehow all my worst chores meant Christmas. Except for the toilet. I didn’t clean that on the big day. If anyone cared they were too weird to be my family or friend. Now I go elsewhere for the big day(s), and that suits me so much better. I didn’t know how cool it was to come home to a clean house and just plug that beautiful tree in, and move that coffee cup to the sink. Aaaahhhh. Who knew? I’ve subtly passed the experience on, and that works for everyone. The times they are a changin, and I’m cool with that. I’m like those dogs that are meant to sit on the Queens lap. Or a lizard sunning on a hot rock. Don’t overdo me. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve just been understaffed. Now that I’m appropriately staffed, as in me, I get myself gorgeous and that’s about it. Deck those halls and buy me some figgy pudding. Let it snow, snow, snow.