You’re taking a Christmas break.
I work for myself and I work from home. So for the next week, “you’re not working” is something I have to be reminded of every morning. I love the winter. Winter says “rest” to me. Back in my high school days, I made it through the Fall (and every other season) by thinking about the next reprieve: Thanksgiving, Remembrance Day, then… Christmas. Two weeks of freedom, oh glorious freedom, from somebody else’s schedule. Although I no longer live by someone else’s schedule (so glad!), as a photographer shooting 25+ weddings a year, the winter still feels like freedom.
December means lighting more candles. December means field trips to the aquarium, dinner/nail-polish/gilmore girl dates, slow morning coffees with friends, and short-but-sweet snowy walks. December means a lot of Revolution Christmas events. December means staying up ’til after midnight. December means reading a lot of books. December means sleeping in (Alarm woke me up at 8:40am today! Usually I wake up at 7am without an alarm!) and sometimes, when things get real crazy, December means an afternoon nap.
And most importantly of all, December means people.
It’s a cool discovery: people can be rest for me. Sometimes I assume isolation is what I need (writing, reading, running) — when in reality, community is what I need. I really like people. And I really like doing things with people. Simple things. Stupid things. Walmart at midnight things. Drives with friends late at night, looking at Christmas lights, singing country music at the top of our lungs with the sun roof open kinda things. The nature of my career doesn’t allow for lazy summer days–let alone weekends. Sometimes that’s hard. But late winter nights and adventures with friends make me feel like a very blessed woman this time of year.
P.S. We had the first snowfall of the year yesterday.
Christie and I took advantage.