This is Christmas number three without my dad, and I’ve noticed a little bit of a change with how I’m approaching/reacting to the holidays this year. I’ve started to realize that things will be okay.
Never will my life go back to “normal,” but I’ve noticed in little ways that the holidays feel different to me this year. I can actually listen to Christmas music, and I got excited this year about putting up a tree. I know these are little things that have nothing to do with the point of Christmas, but before, petty details like this would make me cry or make me want to waste my day on the couch, in the dark.
I was so lucky to grow up with good memories and meaningful family traditions, so those little things would remind me of the past—something it feels like my family and I will never get back. But when the calendar started rolling around to November/December this year, I didn’t have this automatic urge to just skip right to January. Grieving-wise, I actually feel like I’m seeing progress with recovering. And I don’t think the distraction of having to memorize 3 months’ worth of learning into 3-hour exams has anything to do with it. No, I really think that I’m at the point where I can say, “It’s going to be okay.” In the past couple of years, I’ve had some dark, dark times where I never thought I would be able to say that again, so this is a big deal for me! If anyone out there is still in skip-to-January mode, that’s okay too. You’re allowed to be a grinch…whatever gets you through :)
But don’t even get me started on another aspect of Christmas--the disgusting consumerism that has taken over! Ack!
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