Welcome to the Twilight Zone of the year, where holidays are winding down but not yet over because New Year’s Eve is coming and THE DECISION is approaching about whether you’ll celebrate and stay up until midnight (or party, except that’s not a decision for me: always a nope) or go to bed at normal time and say yep, HNY at 10pm.
Kids are off of school and looking for things to do, you’ve eaten WAY too many sweets and heavy holiday dinner food to feel good, and it seems dark as hell outside most of the time. Presents have been opened, for better or worse. Anticipation is over, and the thrill of opening is replaced with a slight unnamable blah-unease as the post-holiday empties leave room for to take a breath.
It’s over. Now what? Chores? Projects? Read a new book? Watch movies in pajamas? Exercise?
Here we exist, in the space outside of space and time outside of time, but not in a sacred space sort of way: in a slightly bloated, over-sugared, over-peopled, exhausted way that makes you look at the clock because CERTAINLY it’s the middle of the night.
But no, it’s already 8:30am and wait, what day is it today?
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