I must confess, this Christmas I was simply not into the “merry” part. As always, I was juggling a hectic work schedule, shopping for my family and feeling guilty for not being able to spend quality time with anyone.
Every Christmas Eve my family goes skating. We drove down to the local ice rink and spent an hour or so skating to the holiday sounds of Mel Torme.
This year when we got to the rink, I was slow to tighten my skates. As I went around the rink, I found myself skating very cautiously. I had to concentrate to maintain my balance. My heart was simply not into it. (Nor were my ankles I might add)
We went home and I had dinner prepared from my crock-pot. Still, I was not appreciating the time I had with my family. Christmas Eve, we sat around the fire and made idle conversation. My mind was going over the busy last few days. Finally, I went to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
It wasn’t until Christmas morning that I somewhat got into the spirit. How could I not like being showered with makeup, clothes and gift cards? Is that what it takes to get me in the spirit?
As the day went on, the sun came out – a very positive plus this time of year in the Pacific Northwest. I made a quick trip to the office to thank my employees for working the holiday. Their enthusiasm for taking care of seniors was clearly seen. They were actually enjoying their day. I could feel my mood lighten.
That night we enjoyed a delicious turkey dinner and a few rousing rounds of cards. I came to the conclusion that happiness is a decision. Actually, joy is a decision. There is usually joy, love, and contentment right before our very eyes. We simply have to choose to see it and experience it.
Next year, I will make this decision much earlier.