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The meaning of the holiday season changes from year to year for me. I'm not sure if it's my changing perspective as I age, or just the moods I bring to the season. (I'm fairly sure that the fact that it no longer means "get up at six am and whine at my parents" is due to the relative wisdom of age - that, and the fact that my parents wouldn't answer the phone if I tried it anyway, most likely....)
Some years it's "oh gods, save me from the stores, the traffic, the early Christmas music, and the annoying parties."
This year, for some reason, it's "I want to give." Pretty much the entirety of this month's disposable income has gone to giving. Some of that is friends and family. But most of it is the toy drive I was so enthusiastically taking part in, and the food drive my office does.
And that feels really, really good.
I almost wonder if that's my counter to feeling overworked. Hee. If so, it's not a bad one at all.
Some years it's "oh gods, save me from the stores, the traffic, the early Christmas music, and the annoying parties."
This year, for some reason, it's "I want to give." Pretty much the entirety of this month's disposable income has gone to giving. Some of that is friends and family. But most of it is the toy drive I was so enthusiastically taking part in, and the food drive my office does.
And that feels really, really good.
I almost wonder if that's my counter to feeling overworked. Hee. If so, it's not a bad one at all.
