I often get in a tizzy right about this time of year. An irrational tizzy.
Then hubby and I talk and I get settled down.
We had a good talk this morning.
I did settle down.
After all, perfectionists are NOT coming to our house - well, except for me (a recovering one), but I'm already here.
And who cares if the gifts I give aren't just right?
What gifts are ever just right???
Isn't that what we started learning as we were growing up?
Didn't Christmas get less magical every year?
Am I the only one who thinks that?
(That is not to berate my parents, they made it as magical and wonderful as possible...
I was just not magical and wonderful, the older I got.) (My inner critic started at an early age.)
Really. My twin pointed out to me one time that I was a negative person pretty much. She was speaking truth. (She pointed that out to me when we were about fourteen or fifteen.)
Her truth led to, well, it's a long story... but her truth eventually led to a wonderful relationship with my marvelous Counselor, Savior, Friend, God.
When I find myself getting back to being my critical self (towards others and myself) I try to catch myself and come back 'home'... to my Savior.
It is such a relief.
Such a profound relief.
And then I truly enjoy Christmas.
[I hope YOU don't get YOUR tinsel in a tangle, like I do sometimes.]
Here are some pictures that remind me of the important 'things'...