Creepy McCreeperton

Hello Autumn! Rio Grande River photo cred: H. Goddess

The holiday season has crept upon us again. I don't know how this happens--every single year, I feel unprepared, not ready for it and delighted, all at the same time. 

Each year, the meaning of the "Holiday Season" shifts between holiday cheer - slightly irritating - drastically toxic for me; I both love and abhor the holidays. I'm in a different place in my life every year and the adventure of that is, I just never know how the holidays shall affect me until it's upon and all over me. Like a methodical and don't give a damn stalker that's solely made of the lint that fills our dryer filters; it's density and consistency is eerily gross and cottonly-warm, simultaneously. It releases the scent of love and freshness; a different kind of renewal, I suppose. It's definitely, kinda freaky or an incredible, phenomenon that 3-months can hold so much power over one's heart strings and psyche.

Last hoorah before the cold season and holidays. Rio Grande River photo cred: H. Goddess

But, it comes every year, so when am I ever going to be prepared to receive it? Or, maybe it's the element of surprise that I rather fancy--maybe it increases the drama of the traumatic (I, mean dramatic) holidays that are with sniper-precision, scoping and beseeching us to accept it's governing being. Maybe, I wait for the first snow-fall to remind me of it's approach, but it seems to me that the more seasoned I become, the more it fervently announces it's presence. 

photo cred: H. Goddess

The holidays also brings about a shit-load of guilt as to what to prepare to celebrate said holiday that encourages this guilt that then churns and creates severe depression. Not only does one have to decide on what to cook, that mind you better be worthy of at least one of those fabulous cooking shows on television, but at minimum it better be decent enough to make it into the Guinness Book of World Records. Let's not mention the travel...the guilt of should you travel to see family that doesn't even like you, don't know you nor are you a factor to them and vice-versa. Upon, your arrival allow the comparisons, stories and heightened-level of irritation to begin.

Why do we even participate in this madness? Why is this a thing? When did it become a thing? And, why the hell does it get more difficult, tedious and messier every year? The holidays are highly-addictive, that's why! They didn't tell us this when we were little, plus excited and believing the world to be a magnificent place (which it is) full of kick-ass and amazing people (erm...uhm...this is where things get tricky). They didn't tell us that the holidays were going to become...well, whatever they have become. They sold us a fallacy that has now been embedded and emblazoned into the footprint of our minds.

Oh well, what can we do? The venting ends here.

Now, I guess I'll put my, "Holiday Genius" hat on and completely get into planting healthy seeds into my mind so I can set superb intentions, the will to execute them and the genuine fulfillment to pull off the most bad-ass holiday season ever.

Let's get this party started and Namaste Kittens!