My two favourite holidays were both a pretty huge bust.
On Halloween I was sick as a dog. Regular sick, on top of being scary-Cancer-sick. My National Lampoons Christmas Vacation's cousin Eddie costume was kind of crap. No Zombie Walk. Didn't decorate. Cancelled my Halloween party because I couldn't deal with the stress of hosting while dealing with impeding surgery. I missed out on trick-or-treating with the kids and had to get up at 3 am so I could drive to Toronto and have a rather important organ removed.
So, that sucked.
Christmas I was still in recovery mode, although I was back to work part-time. My tree had but two piddling LED lights. On Christmas Day my car battery died, which didn't matter much since my ENTIRE FAMILY got sick with a stomach bug and I couldn't be around them for fear of catching it and potentially blowing out my newly re-attached colon. We ended up having pizza since there was nothing in the house to eat. I cried a lot that day. I don't think we did our family Christmas until almost, if not after, New Years.
This Halloween I decorated the shit out of my house. There was blood and skulls and fake corpses galore. I positively revelled in decorating and gathering materials for my Radar O Reilly costume as I recalled my bitterness the year before.
Today is December 17th. I just finished putting up my tree, with the help of the girls and my friend's children. It's got a full contingent of lights, and even a few gifts under there. My shopping is about 75% done, and I've yet to panic about the money, unlike years past.
Last year, I gathered all my energy to attend my staff Christmas party for at least an hour. This year, I was able to dance well into the night.
I feel relaxed, yet incredibly appreciative, of everything I have right now.
We've come a long way.
In other news, I've started a new blog for my artwork at actuallyacollection.blogspot.ca
Please feel free to check it out and give it a follow.