My british co-workers (yes, I have more than one) refer to vacation days as holidays, no matter what is written on the calendar. So, although Thursday was the "official" day, I've been on holiday since last Wed. I often approach holidays with lists that are far too long, expectations that are far too high, and obligations that are far too draining. As part of my on-going to quest to be a better me, I approached this holiday a bit differently. I was mindful about what was really important to me. I practiced self-care without guilt. Most importantly, I tried to extend the same kindness to myself that I often extend to others. What did that look like? Going to the movies. Watching favorite Grey's episodes on disc. Sharing Thanksgiving with the Fitzpatricks. Eating deserts and drinking wine at the Olson's Whipped Cream party. Meeting Tamara for breakfast at Magnolias. Reading books. Multiple red cups. Smiling at text messages from old & new friends. Opening early presents from Mom. Spending time wandering around Pinterest. Cooking coconut crusted haddock for dinner. Taking family photos for the Cummings. Ordering new boots for myself. Skyping with Miss Hopey. Meditating with the sound of ocean waves playing on my ipod. Downloading new Christmas tunes. Sleeping (a lot). Drinking lots of tea.
A sweet holiday, indeed.