I love Christmas, believe it or not I really learned to love it more when I grew up and moved into my own home. I love decorating, and when my husband introduced me to having a real Christmas tree, and I got to experience TINSEL!!! Oh MY GOODNESS! Best part EVER. Going to get a real tree was like a holiday for me and still is, but it seems the joy of one day regardless of the season can disappear just like the hours in the day.
Running a business I feel is as much stress, anxiety, hope, and happiness as it is raising children; now put the holidays in the mix and it just becomes overwhelming. This time of year, I have placed certain orders months in advance; my vases, products, and Christmas greens are ordered during the summer I stare at them now in fear of what may clutter me through the year. The money that already had to be invested in me and what maybe. After a slow day I come home feeling stress, but then make sure I create a Christmas for my kids. Sadly I suffer from the worries of my own childhood. I put my own stress on me by trying to provide “a better” Christmas than my memories. My husband is always trying to tell me that it is in my head, it is my own worries, that they will be happy regardless of what the Christmas Day brings. I tend to allow one negative thought snowball my thinking. If I fail at work, I will fail at home.
So why do I do this? Why do we? I know I am not the only one. I do! I talk to my friend and my sisters.
The greatest time of the year….. but it is not, is it because of me?
Let this be the greatest time of year.
