Oh, it’s not fashionable.
It’s so much easier to HATE Christmas.
The unreachable expectations.
Yes, I can’t stand those things.
It’s my choice to partake in the consumerism.
It’s my choice to fulfill obligations that I don’t want to.
It’s my choice to spend time with people I want to spend time with, to do the things I’d rather do, to set boundaries.
And when I choose right…
When I choose based on sanity and wholeness and boundaries and sovereignty…
When I respect other people by being honest and kind…
I love the Christmas season.
Oh, I don’t care a thing about the actual day.
What matters is the season. The festivity. The fun.
Christmas, when I choose it is full of
But, here’s the catch:
I have to choose.
To choose the spirit of generosity of consumerism.
To choose the peace instead of the obligations.
To choose the ease instead of the struggle.
And it’s not easy to choose.
Sometimes it’s not all the much fun (especially when others challenge my right to make my own decisions).
But it’s still mine to choose.
And it’s yours.