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i have had this feeling in the past. i didn't like it.
you need to think about all the things you have to be grateful for. your son and daughter. are they well and happy? then rejoice in that. how is the hubby? i know there are job issues. but is he well? you have him there to hug and kiss. do that. you have a roof over your head? the fire spared you. do you have some gifts to give this holiday? appreciate that.
this middle age menopause stuff sucks big time. i know it. pop a couple of B6 vitamins daily. it will help.
i lost my grandma, as you know. and i suddenly realized that all this daily shit means absolutely nothing. it is the big picture that counts. it is the path that has led me to where i am today and i have no right at all to bitch about what i have now. i brought myself to this moment and i sure better appreciate it. look at the sparkly lights on your christmas tree and let the spirit consume you. don't waste a moment.
Not feeling Christmas is something I do very well, but I try not to let it impact my attitude. But that's easy for a stoic relativist to say and do.
What can I do to help you? But it can't involve forwarding you 'funny' emails. You're SOL if that's the answer.
I think it's nice to give yourself a break and accept that sometimes you just won't feel happy about the holidays and there's nothing wrong with it.
I almost always feel bad during the holidays. I am sure to have perfectly good reasons for the moodiness, meaning that I repeatedly and uselessly attach perfectly good explantions to support the dark feelings. But day to day, and then year to year, the explanations come and go, yet the depression stays, often for many weeks. And then at some point in January, but sometimes February, long after the tree is down and the decorations put away, for no reason I can ever put my finger on, I begin to feel good again.
sometimes the holidays just suck.. too much to feel obligated to do and not enough time to get it done in. I too am not feelin it this year. We do have snow though and that helps a little. Probably wont get our tree until after the 22 though since we are out of town that weekend. Still need to bake some more stuff, but the shopping is done for the most part. Still those cards looming though.
I like your word verifications though... they are always so close to actual words I have to look twice... OVENT today
Sometimes I wish I could just meet you guys for coffee...
Did you get me sumthin'? Didya didya? WHAAAAAaaaa!
Verbie, I hope you get your holiday mojo back! Btw, I am going to try to have lunch with you, Bert & Jilly when she's in town :)
Beannie Baby, can you make it down to Yorba Linda, for a meeting at the mythical, magical Antonio's?
This time of year, I sometimes fully blame the Christian religion, alone, on my dark moods. What, with its spirit of generosity (which I do not feel), on its expectations of good will (which I cannot muster), even on its continued idea of hopefulness (which seems another sort of despair). I find myself thinking that a belief in another, very different faith would end this dark mood, but I sense, too, that it would also then let me down.
Baha'i Humbug!
(sorry)
Ded, when can you get away and meet us at Antonio's? And no, I will not sit on your lap, if that's one of the factors in your personal equation.
When? Oh, anytime. These days, I don't know if I am partly retired or partly unemployed. But my bag is almost always packed.
By the way, I had a Lap dance once but it cost me a Finn.
today is now 4 days old.
Is it Christmas time? I've been busy with finals, and am not exhausted. Ask how many presents I've bought--I dare you to ask me.
Verbie,
ditto
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