Is it the time of year? The cooler months, the early darkness, the solitude and introspection that happens during the winter months in the northern hemisphere?
Life’s been busy-not-busy. I don’t know how else to describe it. There has been a lot of brewing in the background about upcoming events which will impact the economic bottom line, a major preoccupation on many people’s minds including mine. Conveniently, someone posted something about not going into dept just to prove your love this Christmas – typical of the so-called holiday shopping season frenzy, and a timely reminder.
I won’t participate. I simply won’t.
I do not have to buy something to show someone love.
I have many things to be grateful for. The minimalist, clean, empty space I get to call home for instance. It’s not a big room, but it’s my space. It’s void of anything superficial or superfluous; every item in this room either serves a function or sparks joy in some way (I hate that Marie Kondo term but that doesn’t devalue it).
I’m grateful for cheese (ha). Which reminds me, I haven’t had my piece from my Advent calendar yet today. 🙂
I’m grateful for the few connections I managed to nurture and maintain. Friendship fuels my spirit, and I can tell with all the new rules hurled at us to contain the spikes in covid cases that this is going to be a long winter once again. Friendships will play an integral part in the coming months.
I’m also excited about a club I plan on joining. I have to crunch some numbers first to see if I can afford the membership, but it looks promising. Perhaps I will learn a few new skills, expand on my creativity, meet some new people who will make a difference during the next few months of ‘stay home to stay safe’ mentality.
Meanwhile, I’m also grateful for my brother who managed to figure out what’s wrong with my car and fixed it. Crisis averted! I need that car this weekend, I have things to do and places to drive to… 🙂
But with love on my mind, and the Music Lovers story I’ve been continuing, I spent time reading about this topic a little more than I should, perhaps. It’s been on my mind, so when the words decided to flow out of my head, I wrote them down. I published an essay on Medium referencing something we’ve all experienced at one time or another: Unrequited love.
As far as Christmas is concerned, I have no idea how we’re going to tackle it this year. My mom offered to host a dinner. I will have to be on the lookout for a tree, but only if it doesn’t cost too much (see reminder above); I heard there was a shortage this year partly due to supply issues, partly due to weather issues. At least one retailer has decided not to sell live Christmas trees this year:
I’m not sure I need a Christmas tree at all, but I will have to consult with the offspring on that topic.
Thank you for reading my little post today. See you in the comments.