December used to be cold and miserable. Snow and wind, sleet and hail. And as the climate changed so did December. I never worked on my birthday. From college on, no classes, no work. One birthday I went on a job interview and for a drug test. I almost got into a head on collision. That should have been a sign.
I usually take the day to myself, have a Starbucks breakfast, go shopping, stop by into Target and get one or two Christmas ornaments, a Moose, a Mary, something for someone, maybe even write.
This year, it’s Sunday, so I’ll stay home with the family, quietly, although…
Mercury in retrograde? Is that good or bad?
Chanukah, Christmas, and New Year’s approaching quickly; too quickly.
But it’s still early in December, still time to enjoy the quiet before the last minute rush, before school recesses, holiday parties, last minute wrapping.
The quiet of the house is a reminder that quiet can be found throughout December. Light a candle, read a book, say a prayer. Have a cup of tea. Every day is an opportunity to slow down and look past the noise and see what’s really important.
Day two of Advent calls. Editing Nano calls. The kids call.
But I think I’ll light a candle and drink this tea.