It starts in mid-November.
Look at the calendar, count the days. Work. Bake. Buy a turkey. Eat said turkey. Look at the calendar, count the days. Work. Bake. Shop for presents. Wrap presents. Give presents. Drink ‘nog. Argue with family. Look at the calendar, count the days. Work. Get drunk. Yell “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Celebrate National Hangover Day.
And then BAM, it’s over. You’ve spent nearly two months of your life planning for or participating in the holidays, and then the boring daily grind returns with full force just days after the new year begins. And although this comes at no surprise, you can’t help but become completely overwhelmed by a routine that was so easy only weeks ago, before the snow fell, when leaves still littered the ground.
For some bizarre reason, it’s almost as if life completely stops once Thanksgiving peeks its head around the corner. We become so enraveled in “the holiday spirit” that everything else gets put on hold until we miraculously emerge on the other side of December, wondering how we’ll pay the Christmas bills and staring at the calendar in the hopes of some random holiday magically appearing that includes paid time-off from work. (Which reminds me, is it Memorial Day yet?!)
Blogging? I stopped doing that regularly once the holidays approached. The gym? Ha, I haven’t been there since October (that one was partially do to lingering swine flu effects, and then Thanksgiving swiftly arrived). An eye-doctor or hair appointment? Well, I simply couldn’t afford that and presents for the family.
We spend practically two months in a holiday-induced daze, foregoing everything from much-needed doctor visits to frugal shopping trips. Yet we’re expected to swiftly and smoothly transition back into the work and social atmosphere as if we didn’t leave so much of ourselves and our lives behind. There’s no time for a gradual shift back to the mundane routine. All at once we take down the Christmas tree, pack up the ornaments, toss the leftover cookies and trudge back into life full force, attempting to make up for lost time in the process. I, for one, think this should occur little by little, allowing us some time to breathe and recover before plunging into reality head first.
No more “extra” vacation time to use if working a Friday doesn’t sound appealing. No more putting off that hour of cardio because I “absolutely have to buy this gift as soon as possible.” No more habitual grazing on cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate, using the “but it’s the holidays” excuse to justify my sweet tooth.
The real world is back … and it’s here for at least the next 10 months. And although I’m clearly going through wee withdrawals – despite recognizing how ridiculous it is to put life on hold – it’ll be nice to finally buy a new pair of contacts and fit into my pre-November jeans.
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