Holiday Rambling

Published December 14, 2014 by Incidental Scribe

I am trying to write at least once a week to build up a portfolio, but also to keep my blog fresh and interesting. The problem I find with this self inflicted deadline is that I spend more time contemplating what to write than the actual writing itself. I worry if a post will be liked and find new followers when I should be writing for me and enjoying my work. So I decided to just wing it for this week’s blog and try to show some real emotion in my post.

With Christmas coming up my mind is in a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. I am happy to see family and friends. I love getting together for the Holidays and sharing conversation and a meal. I know how much it means to my family since I have been living on my own for 10 years, but mom and dad won’t admit how much they miss me and enjoy seeing me over the Holidays.

This year will be the first spent with my boyfriend’s family as well. I have to admit I’m nervous about that. I get along with his folks, but we’re talking Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and Grandparents. A huge list of people I have to impress and prove that I belong by my man’s side. People always tell me I’m wonderful and I shouldn’t worry, but I’m a natural worrier ( a trait I learned from my Mother). I just hope it will be a fun filled event and in the end I’ll be wondering why I worried in the first place.

The Holidays do fill me with stress though. Finding extra money for gifts isn’t an easy task and then you get a surprise gift from a friend and feel obligated to return the favour because, let’s be honest, you don’t want to seem like a scrooge. I know the season is about giving not receiving, but I don’t want to be the one receiving because I can’t afford to give. So I take money out of the budget for splurging on more treatful food and put that aside for those ” oh you didn’t have to get me anything” gifts.

Yet I am feeling festive. I have been playing Christmas music a bit at the bar and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. This brings up the debate about how to say your Holiday Salutations. Friends of mine really get their panties in a twist over this. I believe say what you want and I will do the same. Don’t get upset if you don’t celebrate Christmas, look at it as a well wishes for the new year. If you want to say Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Kwanzaa or even just have a good day, I’ll be happy to know my positive greeting wasn’t ruined by political or religious differences.

Speaking of the new year, I have the opportunity to DJ at the bar for the first time ever on New Years Eve. My mentor will be there to help keep me on track for the count down and assist if I need it, but DJ Fedora is doing her first big event. I couldn’t be more ecstatic. I will be helping party goers ring in the New Year with their requests and my music choices. It should be an amazing party. If I hadn’t listened to my Ex-husband all those years ago and gave up on our small DJ company, this experience might have happened sooner. Lucky for me my new guy keeps pushing me to follow my dreams and supports me no matter how crazy they seem.

So I will end my Holiday ramblings by saying Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year. May 2015 bring you wealth, health and happiness for you and your family.

~The Incidental Scribe

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5 comments on “Holiday Rambling

  • Hikaru

    One cherry blossom detaches, falls, a single unit
    allowing fruit its space, starting its new journey: island
    to reflecting pond, orchard to cottage yard, daughter to
    lover, enhanced by the wind, if even for only six seconds.
    Transformed to long-boned genius, long-yearning adult,
    considerate friend, purple-green plaid from soft pink,
    tan suede boots from four-petalled bloom. Hikaru, as they
    say in Japan, hits the town running, arms crossed, cradling
    herself like the war-torn victims of Vietnam, but not
    worn or torn, she flings enthusiastic youth toward
    outstretched limbs. She captures her beginning and future
    simultaneously, shedding one form, embracing another,
    sweating humid Spring, still awkward in this skin.
    Descending unannounced, she moves among mere mortals
    Spreading joy, quietly demanding obedience, offering all
    in exchange for all. Most cannot accept, choose an
    easier, less complicated path, but those brave-strong
    souls born from deep roots, blessed metamorphosed
    beings who join Miss Cherry soon realize, if for one day,
    week or lifetime, their lives will never be the same.

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