I didn’t get out of bed until 9:30 this morning. I wasn’t asleep right until then, but I dozed on and off for a couple hours before sweatpants and reading socks sounded too good to put off any longer.
So here I sit. Couch potato-ing merrily by the Christmas tree as I write this.
Staying in bed that late can only mean one thing: we are officially on Christmas vacation. It’s a type of peace that no regular Saturday morning beholds. I’ve got the next 16 days off and you better believe I’m going to cherish every single one. We’ve already watched Elf, Home Alone, and Love Actually. This year I’ve got A Christmas Story on my viewing list- neither Dave or I have ever seen it. Let me know in the comments what you’ll be watching this year (is what I’d say if I had a blog readership, lol. Hi Mom.)
I usually take the same holidays as the schools since my work schedule with my private students revolves around the school year as well. Being back in a school this year has made me all the more anxious for a break, as I am all the more exhausted with a much more challenging job. I teach classroom music to kindergarten and grade two. It is constant stimulation from the moment the first class arrives in my music room and this highly sensitive introvert gets pushed out of her comfort zone a lot. But I don’t regret pushing myself to take this position.
I had an additional two nights of Christmas concerts this year which went over just fine, and then last weekend my own students had their own Christmas recital. Now that I’ve had some of the same kids for 5+ years, it’s been neat to see how their families have become part of my community. I see the same parents and grandparents twice a year, and it’s honestly a special feeling for me to look out and see the familiar faces of those who support their kids and ultimately support my work with them. It’s humbling and a good reminder of the impact I can have on these kids, when it’s easy to get lost in the daily slog of just getting through the work day.
Our church also put off an event called A Night In Bethlehem for the second time. It went so well last year, we had to find a bigger space to hold it this year. Dave and I also got asked back to play our feature roles as Mary and Joseph. We even got our photo in the Western Star. (Hello 15 seconds of fame, now immortal in print and online.) These are such fun memories to have with our church family, I’m so glad we decided to do it again.
December has clearly been busy, as per usual. And as I’ve noticed when the end of November rolls around each year, I tend to feel a spike in my levels of anxiety as the holidays get closer, even when I’m actually really excited about them. But I’m really grateful it seems to have subsided, and I know that I need to reach out and be proactive about it. I’ve been using this app called Abide, (#notsponsored) which I can’t recommend enough. I use it to help me fall asleep a lot of nights, and have been turning on a 10-minute meditation before I even get out of bed in the morning to help put my mind at ease and start the day on a good God-centered note.
If this is a difficult time of year for you, for whatever reason as there can be many, I pray that this season brings you peace and healing. I know it’s not always a holly jolly day for everyone, so just know you are thought of and loved. And don’t forget to reach out- so many scary things get less scary when you speak them out loud and let friends and family shine a little light on them.
Since there is a -658% chance of me posting again before Christmas, given my posting history and all, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you a Merry Christmas. Over here at the La Rose house you’ll find us enjoying down time, family time, brunch time, and Walter time (all the time) over the next few days. Are we sad for being excited that it’s our first Christmas with our Good Boye? Given that he literally will have zero idea that Christmas day is any different from a normal day? Probably. Not sorry.
Okay. TTFN. xo