I love the convergence of family, even as it exhausts me. I separate that out from monetary consideration, giving gifts of various value with the same glee, receiving my nibblings’ works of art as works of immense value, etc. The last time I saw her was a Christmas, on an island in the south Pacific where she will always be. Her enthusiasm for her gifts was so pure. I miss my dog Sugarfoot at Christmas, even though I’ve spent more time without her than with her now. My commitment to Santa was so deep that even though I recognized this man, I just created a narrative in which I just happened to be friends with Santa, and thus I had to help him maintain his cover the other 364 days of the year.
When I was a kid, like 6, one of my parents’ friends dressed up as Santa and came over to surprise us. But this year I needed a red rice cooker, so. I want less and less each year, I’m growing. I was wondering if you’re ready to live life without the greed.’ I still look in the mirror each Christmas Eve and sing, ‘Hello. They still tease me for the forlorn look on my face that morning. I totally meant it when I asked, I really did. A few years ago I asked my family not to give me gifts, because…anticapitalism. I grew up as a hardcore magic Santa enthusiast. I’m not sure if he followed through because I stayed up last night watching A Very Murray Christmas Special (pretty cool) and then Jurassic World while drinking naughty eggnog and wondering what it is (but not wondering enough to look at ingredients because…drank).Īlso, Finn said his destiny is to “create a dinosaur park where nature controls nature”. Weeping, to no avail: I need it right now!!įinn committed to waking up early to do reconnaissance of the gift spread, picking up the traditional work of the eldest child (me). Mairead, eating a chocolate covered strawberry from a gift box: It’s not really that good.ĭiscarding the strawberry after sucking the chocolate off: I need another one. Uncle Jody, on the phone, to my 5 year old nibbling Siobhan: So, have you been naughty, or nice? Author Adrienne Posted on DecemCategories Uncategorized Tags 2015, 2016, grief, Jomo, transformation 3 Comments on jomo queen whispers goodbye to 2015 holiday tidbits (radical musings on Xmas) So that is how i am whispering goodbye to 2015, from the quietest place i could find tonight, from my whole self to yours. i’m saying i love you, and taking action. i’m saying i surrender, and taking action.
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i want to enter the year totally clear and free from obligation, free from the pain of ignoring my needs. to rest my body, to write, to meditate, listen to my chani 2016 horoscope. Knee: and what do those lessons look like in practice? right now?
and…i learned that in almost every situation, i’d rather be writing. i learned that no is imperative if i want to be able to say an authentic yes to the good things meant for me. Me: i learned…that when i ignore my body, it always leads to disaster. we twisted everything good out of this year and you know it. i can heal like a miracle, and also too, i am finite. (teary eyed glitchy montage of 2015 memories) i am so grateful for it, all of it makes me me, i know. i’m making it work, but it’s not pleasant. like, no exaggeration? i am pretty sure something is broken in here. i gave so much of my year to floating through things i knew weren’t right, to doing what i thought was needed, even when it left me depleted. Me, some relief and longing moving in my system: you know, it’s unexpected. Knee: you say that, you even tell others. Knee: i have been trying to talk to you all year. (feeling my whole body wanting to rest) you couldn’t have brought this up earlier though? Knee: but you want something else, right now. Me: yes, hence this exact current situation. Knee: what we’re doing at midnight matters. Me (feeling curious): really? we’re at the beach, in great company. Me, about to turn up for new year’s eve: what is it?
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