Learning to love the season you're in

Some might say it's the most wonderful time of the year. But not everyone is currently decked out in a light-up Rudolph sweater and matching striped candy cane pants. Some might not partake because they think that's tacky, and others might hate the holidays. Some people see December as the time of year when shops are crowded, and co-workers force you to play "Secret Santa" so you can all spend money on bad gifts no one wants.


The holidays can be incredibly isolating to those who don't have someone to spend them with or those who are going through something no one seems to understand. Some of us are grieving as the scent of pine reminds us of what we lost last Christmas or even many Christmases ago.


This season doesn't have to look like a sample holiday card to find some joy in it. In fact, most Christmas movies are about some disaster caused by seeking too much perfection. The perfect gift, the perfect tree, the perfect turkey dinner. It never ends well because "perfect" isn't real. It's all about making something special from whatever situation you're in.


I had my amputation surgery in December 2019, and it was anything but a typical Christmas at home. I was still figuring out how to use my walker. Phantom pain was at its peak, and I hated the way my favorite PJ pant leg hung off of me where the rest of my leg used to fill it. I was tired and hurting, and most of my time was spent on the couch. But I still somehow felt the magic of the season. I found moments of laughter because I looked for them. I watched my neighbor's red and green lights twinkle from the living room bay windows, and I ate all the treats I could get my hands on without any guilt. It's the little things we can choose to miss or cherish.

So even if you're home alone this year like Kevin McCalister with nothing but a box of microwavable macaroni and cheese to feast on, count your blessings. I promise they are there if you look hard enough. And whatever you do, don't zipline to the neighbor's house. IYKYK. 

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