Feeling anxious about Christmas, or whichever December holiday celebrated? We are not alone. We think we are. We worry about the in-laws, parents, money, gifts for our kids, keeping the romance, abandonment, alcohol abuse, anniversary-grief of loved ones lost, and on and on. I’m thinking now especially of our dear blogger-friend, Lisa, who is spending this first Christmas without her mom.
Lisa, we are standing with you. We are weeping with you. You are not alone and we value you.
In this precious sum of days, “the holidays,” going into the space that holds our fear seems almost morally wrong. (Do we really have the responsibility we perceive we do to be “festive?”) The smiles and joy appear to occupy any organ-cell(s), from the lowest creature to our neighbor, who doesn’t deserve more than a broken shoe in his stocking. We think,
How can this be? Why don’t I feel joy or care?
Even when our mind knows the true answers that we are not chosen to suffer, we are not alone and that we are safe to be in the space of our fears – even then, we don’t perceive it. In the cold environment of our lonely selves, white breath condenses, freezes and, made heavy in winter-thought, falls to the ground before the “knowing” has a chance to reach the rest of us.
There are no universal-tips to dispense, cups of warm cocoa or four-sided tickets, except this. Remind any part of us that can hear our friend, that is to say Me:
We weep together.
We are present with our suffering. This does not take sincerity away from the things we actually do still enjoy and feel pleasure with. Inversely, feeling pleasure does not deny the grief or other negative feelings.
We will make it past this.
We love ourselves and see our flaws as tools to use towards furthering our efforts in self-care – potential assets.
We claim our freedom to choose to start over at any time, to choose not to be a victim and to go where our intuitions wrongly advise us not to – our fears and shame.
We take our medication, despite stigma.
We account to ourselves, despite what has happened in our lives.
We keep it basic when things complicate. We return to the home of Me whenever our view of where we are in time films over.
Keep on my friends. We are persons of courage and value.
Questions: What fears complicate your holidays? How are you friendly to yourself during this time? Please tell us your story.