I’ve never been overly sentimental but tonight, as a family, we set up and decorated our Christmas tree. (As a side note, Christmas is 26 days away. Are you kidding me?) It was the usual, “oh look at this!” or “I remember this ornament. We got that back in Maryland, or Kansas…etc.” I was going through the motions until I came across one that caused me to take pause:
Maybe I have paid lip service to the past couple of years but holding this ornament was a definite, “holy shit, I’m 24 years old” moment. This is my 24th Christmas on this earth and yet, when I say this to myself, it doesn’t seem real or tangible. Grown-ups are 24, not me.
I realized tonight that I need to slow down and take notice of the holidays and how special they are. I love eating delicious holiday foods and desserts, traveling to see relatives I haven’t seen in months, and shopping for my friends (I wonder what Mike needs in Iraq?) and family. It’s just…fun.
I’m going to work harder at slowing down and enjoying how great Christmas is. I can’t believe I’ve experienced 23 of them already, they feel like a blur in retrospect.
As for the the next 24, I hope they slow down a bit, I’m in no hurry.