I don't know what it is about this time of year but it just stresses me out. I know I'm not the only person in the world who loathes the holiday season starting in, oh, September, but for some reason, I not only am mildly annoyed by the Christmas weeks, but I really get kind of road-ragey.
I think it comes down to this: I read an article by someone this morning who said it best, "A holiday season like Christmas should primarily leave us rested and revived, and should fill us with positive energy and happiness." The problem is that it doesn't do that at all. In fact, it's quite the opposite. There are so many expectations that I put on myself, so many obligations, and if anything happens to throw any of those well-crafted plans off kilter, I get even more and more stressed out.
This year is no different but at least I don't have to go to twice as many places and hang out with twice as many people as I have in the past few years. That driving, that being "on," that idle chit chat and talking about what I have planned for the next few years . . . it's a pain in my can, frankly.
I love my family, don't get me wrong, but I don't love forced get togethers. I prefer to see them frequently. And with less food involved. As I've written, I'm trying to get back down to fighting weight before the cycling and triathlon season starts proper and Christmas dinner has me dead in its sights. That isn't a problem for someone with moderately strong will power, of course.
Wish I had that.
In other news - go here to support me in the triathlon and in the fight against childhood cancer. I'm raising money for St. Jude Children's Research Hospital by getting people to sponsor me for the triathlon I'm doing in April in Miami. Tell your friends, too.