I don’t really enjoy the whole New Year thing.
Because here’s what I associate with the New Year:
Cold, dark isolation:
Creepy images that some evil ad wizard came up with long, long ago:
Whereas, this is how I feel about Christmas…colorful, warm, and comforting:
It doesn’t help that in my freaky little mind I picture the end of one calendar year and the beginning of another as sort of a long balance beam. You start at one end, creating life experience and memories as you walk along all year. Then when you get to the other end, you jump off into an abyss, walk around back to the beginning again, climb up, and start all over. That jumping off into the abyss and going back to the beginning is disturbing for me every year. It’s as if, in my head, everything that happened last year is completely disconnected to what’s about to happen. Yeah, I get over it in a month or so. But this January 1 thing is just hard for me. All the more so because we’ve just had such a beautiful, happy month of Christmas.
In a nutshell…
Christmas: warm, cozy, beautiful, full of anticipation, surprises, and my dear family all together
New Year:: three months ahead of truly sucky weather, bare trees, the unknown stretching before me, putting away all the gorgeous decorations that have warmed our home for the last month, and my babies scattered afar
It’s not that I’m particularly depressed. In fact, I’m having the fewest SAD symptoms I can remember in several years. It’s just that I always have such a hard time with that disconnect between the comfort of Christmas and the looming barren-ness of the New Year.
I hope all the New Year partiers had a wonderful time last night, and that everyone got home safely to have a long, restoring sleep.
I think I’ll spend some time today formulating a game plan for getting through the frigidity of Winter 2015 with some semblance of peace and joy.