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We all know that Daylight Savings Time throws us all off for at least 6 months. Did you know that during this time science is telling us not only does Daylight Savings Time affect our sleep and moods but during this time there are increased car wrecks, increased workplace injuries, more heart attacks, and cluster headaches??? (Journal of Applied Psychology)
Is this the reason everyone is speeding up Christmas earlier and earlier every year? Is there some evolved species survival tactic that Daylight Savings Time has created? We all feel this impending sense of doom from sleep deprivation and headaches that can only be explained as some undiscovered brain tumor so we feel compelled to speed up every designated holiday in case it is our last???
Apparently, the world has not received my message that Pumpkin Spice Lattes are not an August/September Event and can only be enjoyed post-October 1st. Now we have not only labeled Thanksgiving the ugly stepchild holiday but it’s one we can completely ignore, and shove in the corner behind the Christmas tree.
I do not understand the concept of decorating for Christmas in November.
If November color coded it would be orange and yellow not red and green. Just look at The Google.
Harvesting cannot be completed to Christmas music.
If Christmas was celebrated all year long as some would desire we would the family unit completely dissolve from over-consumption in eating, hoarding, and domestic violence.
Could the human population survive if Christmas occurred all year long?
Why would you wish the difficulties of preemie hood on Sweet Baby Jesus????
So here’s my Christmas wish.
Don’t spit in the Thanksgiving dressing.
This week just slow down. Life is short and fast. We continue to pick up the pace at astronomical speed racing through life-consuming way too much stuff, and food, and drugs to compensate how awful we all feel. Use this week to rest. Breathe. Chew your food instead of cursing at it for not being perfect. Linger at the table. Go walk in the woods and grin while you stop leaves. Relish this moment. And then the next. And then the next. Create space for breathing and play and joy. I think sometimes we use all the tinsel and garland to temporarily cover up and mask how we really feel. Reflect and document your blessings. Celebrate your current life, not a decorated one covered in all the lights, wreaths, and Christmas perfection.
Let’s do one day at a time.
One holiday at a time.
Allowing God’s timing for everything to play its way out the way it needs to. There is enough time for everything if we let go of somethings.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (ASV)
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