What comes to mind when you hear “holiday season?” Is it visions of sugar plums? (What ARE sugar plums?) Is it magic and wonder and hot chocolate with marshmallows, or is it angst and busyness and a feeling of drowning in pine needles and sticky tape?
I know what I WANT the season to be. I want this to be a time when we spend less time just enduring and more time enjoying. I also know what gets in the way for me. It’s stuff like expectations and comparisons and not telling the whole truth and believing the “shoulds.”
What if we practiced letting go of all that this year?