Every Christmas I write a letter to myself. It talks about a woman, charming and dangerous. This woman waves her clever hand over a room, and the room looks like something from a fairytale. Later, she waves her creative hand over the goods of the earth, and a feast appears on the table. This woman finished her holiday shopping, wrapping, and sending in November. This woman never stops worrying about her family and her friends.
This woman needs to be stopped.
This woman must learn to delegate and take time for herself, away from the craziness of the daily chores. She needs time to rest and connect with her deepest emotions. For a while, it is all right to release the reins to other members of the household because it’s her time to think about her accomplishments that year, and the goals she has set for the coming one.
This woman misses her old buddies, but she is at peace knowing they are safe and happy with their loved ones. Then, she thinks about the new people she met. The old and the new combine in a rainbow of friends, each one unique, delightful, splendid, fabulous, unforgettable. Deep in her heart, she knows that her existence has been enriched because she met them. They taught her to believe in herself and move forward regardless of the obstacles set in her way.
This woman sits now at her desk and writes a new Christmas letter to herself, reminding herself never to lose sight of what’s truly important in life: to give love. She will seal the letter in an envelope and set it aside for the next Christmas.
As soon as the letter is done, her kid asks for more chocolate cookies, her husband needs a hug, and her cat wants to cuddle while they watch Christmas movies.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Carmen Monica