December 2008 Archives

Being Wise... taking in the wisdom across generations
by Christine, age 37


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As I read the blogs and think of my own life, I know that doing what you want for the holidays regardless of the expectations people throw at you are is easy, and hard, as two things: Truth and Love.

TRUTH. Every one of us owes it to ourselves to be honest about what we really want and need during the holidays. For me, it's different every year. This year it's space, my home, joy and good food. I'll spend my holidays nestled into home with my partner, my dog and the Christmas music and white lights that make my heart all warm and fuzzy.

I always ask myself, "What do I need and want this holiday? And what will give me what I want?" I think all women should ask those same questions, and then commit to doing what they want - before telling their friends and family. You've got to be super resolved inside yourself to claim what you want or else you'll crumble at the first sign of resistance. Let's face it, it's one thing to say what you want; it's another to follow through. I know that when I am clear on my intentions and committed to doing what makes me happy, I end up in situations in which I feel great. Whatever your holiday wish is this year, find it, and give it to yourself. 

LOVE. First, we've got to love ourselves enough to believe we deserve what we want - time by ourselves, intimate conversations, a trip to the snow, staying home, etc. Then, when we step forward and express our plans or desires, we've got to do it from the place of love instead of from the place of being the dutiful daughter, the good girl, the victim or the raving righteous madwoman. I stopped flying back to the Midwest for holiday gatherings the year after I moved to California. I didn't make some grand statement that pronounced, "I will not be returning for the holidays whether you like it or not, so deal with it" and I didn't get all wimpy by apologizing for not showing up. After getting really clear that I loved being in California for the holidays (aka LOVE for ME first), I shared why I was staying in California to the relatives that asked. Some got it, some didn't. But I spoke from my heart with all of them, and that left me guilt-free, full of joy and ready to enjoy my holiday, my way.

Step forward this year with love in your heart, truth in your soul and spend your holidays, your way... whatever that looks like for you.


Olive, age 13, says: 

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One thing I hate about the holidays is having to pretend that I believe in Santa. I don't! He's not real! I always have to have presents from Santa for my cousins and siblings so that they think Santa is real. I hate having to play a part in all of this.

Last Christmas, my step-mom put chocolate covered raisins on the floor saying the reindeer pooped in our house. Sure, IT'S HILARIOUS! But having to go along with all of it just bugs me. I have to say, "Oh my gosh! They pooped in our house!" And then of course my dad and step-mom eat the cookies and carrots so even though I play along with this lie, I don't even get to eat the cookies! Also, since "it would drive my little sister crazy" I don't get to have an advent calendar! Or if my little sister has one I'm not allowed to have one because then she will want to have mine. How about just tell her that she can't have mine and she'll have to deal with it?!

I really don't know how my Jewish cousins do it either. Them going to school and singing songs about Santa when they know that Santa isn't real and they have to lie to everybody? It would drive me nuts! I deal with it because I love my family and if that's what I need to do to make them happy then so be it. They do so much for me and I really just love the holidays, snow, and presents so it's hard to complain. I just hope that when my cousins and sister are older they won't ask me why I lied to them.

Happy Holidays Everybody!


Christin, age 25, says:

christin.jpgThis is a tough question because guilt is a very dear friend of mine. ☺ 
 
The concept of detachment is one that has helped me tremendously. Not a heartless sentiment but the divine detachment that comes with tremendous compassion and presence. One very valuable trick I learned came from a fabulous book called "When Difficult Relatives Happen to Good People" - when a relative or a friend engages in outrageous behavior that is embarrassing and would usually result in feelings of guilt; the trick is to step back in your mind observing the situation like a complete stranger and calmly say to yourself, "Hmm. I wonder whose relative that is." Removing the reactive emotions from the situation keeps me guilt free, still part of the social event and my personal power intact. Plus, it makes me giggle inside. This question reminds myself that the other person's behavior is neither my fault nor is it my problem.
 
The other thing I do is take stock of the situation with my "realistic goggles" on. If I know that after four hours of drinking, Brother Timmy says hurtful things he doesn't mean, or that at 8:00 o'clock Aunty Mildred shows up and judges my lifestyle choices, or after two hours my friend from college gets over- the-top bossy - I prepare myself for the situation by accepting it with detachment or arranging my schedule to exit the situation before the inevitable happens.  It is usually perfectly acceptable as long as I am upfront about my expectations and time frame with other members of the social gathering.



Anne, age 41, says:
 
anne.jpg I remember one year I didn't want to go home for Thanksgiving, I wanted some type of adventure. I ended up going to London with my friend and I had a great time... and I got the guilt from my family. Major guilt. I had that Norman Rockwell family complete with the value system of family first no matter what. It was really hard to say, I won't be home. But something inside of me really wanted to create an independent experience that year. So I summoned up the courage, told my mom, and she took it very passive aggressively, but ultimately understood. Thanksgiving night I ate fish and chips and felt a little homesick but still had a great time.

So I think that you can't control how others will respond to your decisions about things, especially
when it comes to everyone's expectations around family and holidays. What I do think is that you have to make decisions about how you want to spend your time and then be aware of how your decision will affect others. And then be prepared for the consequences. The trick is to be true to yourself while
honoring those around you.

Being Wise... taking in the wisdom across generations
by Christine, age 37


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Today I live my holidays my way. I decide what they mean to me, who I want to spend them with, and I never do anything out of obligation. I make my choices from my heart and from what really brings me joy. But it wasn't always that way. I used to be a holiday nut.

When I was in my 20's, I was that crazy Christmas chick with 12 boxes of ornaments, an 8 foot tree and enough lights to make the Griswold's jealous. I baked cookies, I sent holiday cards, I listened to Christmas music 24/7 and I had a gift list longer than Santa's. While part of this obsession was truly because of my love of the holiday spirit (It's a Wonderful Life is still one of my favorite movies), the real underlying driver was my unhappiness during the rest of the year. November and December became the months when I could forget how unhappy I was in my relationship, in my mini-mcmansion, in a life that didn't always feel so Wonderful. The holidays were like a magical wand that just whisked my memory of the unhappiness away, and for 6 weeks I was living in the jolliest of Winter Wonderlands.

Thankfully, like George Bailey in It's a Wonderful Life, I got a second chance when my old unhappy life ended at the age 30. While I didn't get my wake up call from an angel named Clarence, I did realize that I didn't need all this Christmas ornamentation and hoopla to be happy. I got real about the fact that my over-drive of Christmas activities had been a way to make up for my unhappiness the other 10 months. Deep inside, the reason I had loved the holidays so much was that it gave me the opportunity to express all the love and happiness that I couldn't the rest of the year... like it had been stored up for months just waiting to be released.

Over the last seven years, I shed all but 1 box of Christmas ornaments, I now keep my white lights up all year long, and I express my love and joy all year-long. I create my own Holiday rituals and gatherings based on what the holidays mean to me. This year I flew to Chicago in early December to give and receive the gift of spending time with two little girls I love to pieces... I bought a jingle bell bracelet that makes me smile... I will celebrate Winter Solstice on Dec 21st in the mountains reflecting on the year past and creating the year to be... I will spend December 25th with my soul partner and my dog remembering all that I am grateful for (and drinking fabulous wine and eating delicious food)... and I will give only those gifts that I feel inspired to give.

I don't make any excuses or apologies to anyone for not being or doing what I "should." I express my choices with the holiday spirit and from a place of love, and let them do with that what they may. My holiday wish for all of us is to be and act from the truest place within ourselves, where we express the holiday spirit of love, laughter and connection while doing what brings us joy.



Olive, age 13, says: 

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I love the holidays. There's really not that much I would change. I do hate how people will be walking around with Santa hats on. It's not that I mind the silliness of it but are the holidays about Christmas? Absolutely...NOT! I celebrate Christmas even though I am not religious but there are so many holidays that when I see Santa it makes me realize how the US is Christian. You can even take prop. 8 as an example. Church and state don't mix. There different. Same thing here. "Well most people are Christian so let's just paint Santa all over the place." Maybe paint eight candles instead for a change.

My other issue with Santa is crazy adults. Sure, I loved believing in Santa when I was growing up but this is what bothers me.

"What do you want from santa this year Olive?", says some crazy person.
"Um...well Santa's not real but I want-" "WHAT!?!?!?! Of course Santa is real! He always brings me presents!"
"Uh, I'm 13 and I found out that Santa wasn't real when I was 8"
"AWWWWW BOO-HOO! You're hurting my feelings! Santa's real!"
"Well he's not real and...well...yeah I gotta go ask my mom something.. uhh yeah"

I swear this happens EVERY holiday season. I don't like to be that annoying teenager who rolls her eyes at people but come on! It's ridiculous. I should not have to take that kind of harassment. I could see if maybe I was 5 but 13? I may think poo is hilarious but in this case I definitely am having to say GROW UP. I think it's funny how my parents will still label things from Santa but that's just for my little sister because she really does think that everyone gets presents from Santa. She even thinks that Santa's reindeer poo in our house judging by her reaction to my step-mom putting chocolate covered raisins on the floor. Now that was funny. I encourage everyone to embrace the holidays with welcome arms, but please, don't insist that Santa gives me my presents. If he did I would have everything ever made by Vivienne Westwood, Betsey Johnson, and Marc Jacobs. So chillax.




Christin, age 25, says:

christin.jpgThis particular holiday go round I feel like Cindy Lou Who from The Grinch when she sings, "Where are you Christmas? Why can't I find you? ...."  I feel like the whole she-bang is one big fat 'supposed to'.  I mean really; parties, gift exchanges, family dinners, decorating, cleaning, fancy work get together's, presents, wrapping, baking - Even reading the list is exhausting! Why do we do this to ourselves?  What is the point?
 
One of my favorite Christmases was the year I got snowed in with my boyfriend.  We woke up with no presents, warm cups of coffee and fresh snow.  I remember the magic of the morning being with someone I loved so deeply and the feeling that the world was fresh and anew and special just for us.
 
All the other rubbish - sure I missed it a little. Okay, I missed it a lot - but it was a nice change to keep it so simple.  What I want this year is to remember that the resonance of the season is uncomplicated; Love, Family, Friendship, Laughter.  I want us, especially as women, to hold those as priorities.  To keep those as the Why's and let the What's fall into place on thier own.
 
And when we don't show up to the proverbial Holiday Soirees held by our local Seasonal Sandy's (whom you know deep down, we don't really like anyway) - I think we might just enjoy that egg nog, take more than one pleasurable sigh, and smile.




Anne, age 41, says:
 
anne.jpg I have to say that I usually do exactly what I want for the holidays. This wasn't always the case. There was a time I definitely tried to recreate my mother's version of Christmas, complete with pie crusts made from scratch, perfect Christmas cards, and tons of cookies and gifts for everybody I knew. Now I try to keep all that to a minimum. I think the pressure to make
everything all Martha Stewart comes from the frenzied need to feel like we have all of this community and attention around us. Also, the pace seems to completely speed up this time of year and I am sure that adds to it. Let's face it, the stores are playing Christmas carols before Thanksgiving complete with messaging that instructs us to show how much we care by going into credit card debt to buy more than we can afford. But the thing for me is I found the more I tried to do all that stuff, the less fun I would have and Christmas became about achievement, not Fa La La.

So I have a tree, I send some cards, buy a few gifts and really try to enjoy myself without
guilt. And for those people I didn't reconnect with via phone, email or cards, I will when the time is right. I think it makes it about calming down and simplicity and really enjoying my friends, kids and family. This year, my sister and I only giving each other's children one book, which is great, because I really hate the Disney store.

 
 
 
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