There’s something about the day after Christmas. We start to come down from the sugar highs, and the feel-good hormones released from gift-giving and receiving. We wake up the next day feeling numb and it’s back to reality. The work schedule resumes as normal, and the chore of cleaning up after the splendid day begins. It creates a dark cloud and can make us feel weepy and somewhat melancholy. The magic is gone. The frowns return. And we scramble to prepare ourselves for a new year full of promises, that we all know we won’t keep.
As I look out my window, I can see a few Christmas trees already thrown to the curb, with a few ornaments and tinsel still attached. Rather morbid. For some, the seasonal spirit ends as soon as the wrapping paper is thrown away.
For me, it continues until around the end of January. It’s then I start longing for Spring. I will hang on to the memory of Christmas and Christmases past for as long as I can. And my new mantra for this upcoming year will be as follows.
Feel free to say aloud every morning.
[I love my life and where it is going. I have come into my own, and I no longer feel so offended by my past.
I will do the work and take the steps in helping myself reach my goals. There are new doors opening in front of me, and I will be courageous and thankful for the new opportunities that lie ahead of me.
I will gratefully accept the gifts that I have been given and use them to accentuate my already blessed life. I have more than I could ever wish for.
I will make myself open to understand, grow, and create.
This will be my year. The year I present my true self to the world.]
Merry “day after” Christmas. And may you hold the magic of the holiday in your heart for many days to come.
The Musings Of An Angry Woman 