Friday, December 21, 2007

To begin with


The rush. The unbelievable fear of not being prepared or 'done.' My heart has been in my throat all week. But now I should be walking out the door and heading home to start on my list and instead I am sitting here, writing. It is actually a bit of therapy.

I want to consider how this holiday week is to be remembered. It will not be a clean house that will be remarked on-but rather how much fun was had. If I am freaked out-no one is having fun. That is for sure.

So, I am going to breathe. I am going to take one step at a time. I am going to focus on my goals. To have a good, fun time with my husband and kids. To laugh. To relax.

So, I am going now-to mail my cards. To see my girls and get them dressed for tree shopping when the boys get home. I am not going to be upset that I am only up to this point in my list. I am just going to breathe in the wonder of family and friends and the magic of Santa.


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