December is a blur. It is for me anyway. Baking, shopping, parties, wrapping, Christmas concerts, preparing, knitting, decorating and packing. It's no wonder that by the end of the year I am exhausted. But more than that, I have found this to be true: This month has a way of alienating me from those that I care about up until Christmas, when -- KABOOM -- normality starts to settle back in. It's kind of ironic that the weeks leading up to Christmas, I am way too busy doing all of the things I listed FOR the people that I love, and yet, finding a moment to share with them is nearly impossible.
It kind of makes me sad actually.
It's my least favorite thing about the Christmas season. Everyone's so busy that nobody has time for each other, and being busy is only a facade for the void that is felt within. So even though I still have a million things to do before Christmas, I can't wait for it all to be over. I miss my family. I miss my friends. And believe it or not, I actually kind of miss my regular, humdrum life.
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