Okay, since we've been talking about textures lately, how's this for going
over the top! BUT I do have a point, so get over it for a minute and
think about what happens between Christmas and New Years....
It's just one week! One week between two of our biggest Bling-Bling holidays of the entire year, perhaps winding us down and then up again more than any other week of the year. Maybe?
I'm guessing all of us who have or have had kids off from school remember this week as vacation time. It was a no-brainer, if we worked, to make sure we, too, were on vacation, if allowed. Most of the time we'd take the kids back to Michigan to be with my family at the cottage. It was family time and full of wonderful memories. If we were lucky, we got snow, something we didn't get in California or Georgia. And at one point during the week, usually on the New Year's end, we'd share a family Christmas of sorts with a big feast. Then we'd fly back home, usually just before the ball dropped on the new year.
I didn't grow up going to New Year's Eve parties. In fact, more often than not I was sound asleep in bed before the clock struck midnight on the last day of the year. I had already said nighty-night to one year and fully expected the new year to be there when I awoke. No fanfare. No hoopla. No bling.
However, I know I'm the exception to the rule...until this past New Years when the seniors here in our retirement community helped me make up for lost time. And it'll happen again this year when we'll all bring in the New Year together long past midnight. I look at some of these 70 and 80-year-olds and can just imagine what kind of life they once lived. They know how to live and are teaching me.
But I digress. This week in-between! It usually means a week of rest and sleep, right? A time to just relax and let things go. No need to clean things up after the Christmas festivities. The mess is okay, for once, especially if the kids are home. We're willing to let things go for a change, to wind down and not be so Type A. Maybe we even get to play with our special Christmas present we hoped Santa would bring...and did.
Now, back to the image and textures. I know it looks totally depressing, which is not how I envision the dash between the bling-bling. Rather, I was thinking instead of the gray days of winter, when the snow is no longer there/fresh/white and things seem kinda, well, blah. Not blah in a negative, depths-of-despair way, but just blah. The kind of blah that happens when after all the hubbub you don't know what else to do but take a nap. A nap sounds good, right?
So in case you need permission to just be blah and veg out a bit, live in the dash between the bling-bling and let yourself go. We probably should do it more often but my personal feeling is this is the one week of the year gifted to us to simply wind down, expect nothing, and coast into the New Year. After all we did last week/year, don't you think we deserve it...we women of a certain age?!
It's just one week! One week between two of our biggest Bling-Bling holidays of the entire year, perhaps winding us down and then up again more than any other week of the year. Maybe?
I'm guessing all of us who have or have had kids off from school remember this week as vacation time. It was a no-brainer, if we worked, to make sure we, too, were on vacation, if allowed. Most of the time we'd take the kids back to Michigan to be with my family at the cottage. It was family time and full of wonderful memories. If we were lucky, we got snow, something we didn't get in California or Georgia. And at one point during the week, usually on the New Year's end, we'd share a family Christmas of sorts with a big feast. Then we'd fly back home, usually just before the ball dropped on the new year.
I didn't grow up going to New Year's Eve parties. In fact, more often than not I was sound asleep in bed before the clock struck midnight on the last day of the year. I had already said nighty-night to one year and fully expected the new year to be there when I awoke. No fanfare. No hoopla. No bling.
However, I know I'm the exception to the rule...until this past New Years when the seniors here in our retirement community helped me make up for lost time. And it'll happen again this year when we'll all bring in the New Year together long past midnight. I look at some of these 70 and 80-year-olds and can just imagine what kind of life they once lived. They know how to live and are teaching me.
But I digress. This week in-between! It usually means a week of rest and sleep, right? A time to just relax and let things go. No need to clean things up after the Christmas festivities. The mess is okay, for once, especially if the kids are home. We're willing to let things go for a change, to wind down and not be so Type A. Maybe we even get to play with our special Christmas present we hoped Santa would bring...and did.
Now, back to the image and textures. I know it looks totally depressing, which is not how I envision the dash between the bling-bling. Rather, I was thinking instead of the gray days of winter, when the snow is no longer there/fresh/white and things seem kinda, well, blah. Not blah in a negative, depths-of-despair way, but just blah. The kind of blah that happens when after all the hubbub you don't know what else to do but take a nap. A nap sounds good, right?
So in case you need permission to just be blah and veg out a bit, live in the dash between the bling-bling and let yourself go. We probably should do it more often but my personal feeling is this is the one week of the year gifted to us to simply wind down, expect nothing, and coast into the New Year. After all we did last week/year, don't you think we deserve it...we women of a certain age?!
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