i-75 I'm still alive, I'm still alive..
Well I survived a Christmas party with my father's side of the family and I survived a work christmas party - both in the same day. Both of which I was dreading with every fibre of my body. And the funny thing is that they were both as bad as I anticipated. But before them I wasn't sure why I was dreading them... whereas afterward I had such clarity on the subject. I may (or may not) write about it more fully later on.
I'm not enjoying Christmas as much as I used to... and I know how my dad talks endlessly about Christmas being "for the kids," but it never was a problem before. I don't think the age step from 23 to 24 should bring about a sudden stop to Christmas revellery. I think really it is because I feel like I'm doing things for other people rather than for myself. And clearly I am... attending a family function that I didn't want to go to. Attending a work function I didn't want to go to.
The beautiful thing about it all though is I'm starting to get a really definite idea of the things I can do to make myself happy.
I'm not enjoying Christmas as much as I used to... and I know how my dad talks endlessly about Christmas being "for the kids," but it never was a problem before. I don't think the age step from 23 to 24 should bring about a sudden stop to Christmas revellery. I think really it is because I feel like I'm doing things for other people rather than for myself. And clearly I am... attending a family function that I didn't want to go to. Attending a work function I didn't want to go to.
The beautiful thing about it all though is I'm starting to get a really definite idea of the things I can do to make myself happy.