I ... promised ... myself ... I ... Oh to hell with it, it's my blog.
In case you hadn't figured by now, Christmas also tends to put me in a grumpy state of mind. But before you accuse me of being a grinch there are some fairly understandable (I think) reasons for this, one of the main ones being that it serves as a painful reminder of my inability to have children, and the several years worth of countless (and fruitless) tests and procedures to find out why. December can be such a confronting month; excited parents throw Christmas parties where young kids congregate and mothers compare notes about where to find the most child-friendly restaurants. Dozens of little smiling faces line up excitedly in streets and shopping centres to see "Santa". Nowhere is sacred - Facebook and Twitter: "I just spent way too much on my children's presents!" and "wow I can't believe this time next Christmas I'll have a 6 month old!" and "I'm thinking about giving my kids away as gifts this year, I've had enough of them!" My way of coping is to just generally get on with things and pretend it's not Christmas at all.
In the lead up to this year's festive season, I decided to give the following gifts to myself (and those around me):
- To not buy into Christmas Craziness
- To treat myself to things I wouldn't normally
- To enjoy my challenging and busy career (and to stop apologising for it)
- To spend time with people who make me feel good
- To forget about making babies for a while and appreciate the home and family (and cats) I already have
- To take good care of my mind and body
- To give home made goods as gifts
On the last point, today I made up numerous little goodie boxes containing a variety of baked sweets using Chinese take-away containers (purchased for two bucks per four boxes from my local "cheapy" shop). All up I think each gift works out to about $1.50 each - but the contents are hand-made by yours truly and each one is personalised with a little note inside to the recipient. I'm feeling better already. :-)