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Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas!

Sorry, I've been out of touch for the past two weeks. A variety of circumstances have had me feeling like Kendall Aims in The Accidental Bestseller, a wonderful novel by Wendy Wax which I'm currently reading. After spending half the morning in bed alternately reading and mulling my state of affairs, I decided to get up and get going...at least with baby steps, like updating my blog to wish you all a happy holiday, and getting started on a career advice book that I brought along from Florida and which has been sitting unread next to my desk for the past three weeks.

It's snowing here in Evergreen, we may actually have 4 - 8 inches before it's all over. Just two days ago the temps were as high as 52 F and we could see brown patches of grass throughout the pasture behind our home. That's all changed now! It started snowing lightly last night and has continued non-stop throughout the day. So, I guess my wish of a white Christmas has been answered. It's perfectly lovely outside.

Tonight we have a fire in the fireplace, a bottle of very nice wine to go with it, Christmas carols playing on the stereo, and cozy seats in front of the Christmas tree.

This move from Florida has been more difficult than I'd imagined. A conflict with the mover I'd chosen, doubts about what I'm doing here (career advice, anyone?) or whether I even chose the right place (ghosts of Lake Tahoe still dance in my head) have plagued my thoughts with uncertainty instead of lifting me with the possibilities of this new adventure. I'm sure all of this is a normal part of any major life transition and will subside once I am happily immersed in a career that I love, a sense of putting down roots here, and getting my bearings. Somehow I don't remember moves like this being so difficult in the past, it seems more daunting this time, as if there is so much to do in so little time. Is it because I am older now, or because I've put too much pressure on myself to make this perfect? Friends and family keep reminding me that this is only a six month rental and I can leave in June and move on to a new place. So much to consider.

And then I look outside and I'm greeted with the delicate white blanketing the branches of the blue spruce outside my window. The view of the distant mountains is buried behind a drapery of steadily falling snow. And then I have to consider the friends I've made in the short time I've been here, hosting these friends for drinks in my lovely new home, attending a splendid dinner party nearby, or a memorable visit to the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs. A year ago I only dreamed of all this and now I am here. I need to remember to be grateful, even in the midst of uncertainty to count my blessings.

What a year it has been for all of us. A year ago, we sat on the edge of an economic depression. Twelve months later, there is hope that we are slowly moving forward. Some of us have lost jobs, or moved, or begun  or ended major events in our lives. What a year of transitions. As we approach Christmas Eve, let's take a moment to draw near to family and friends to consider all that we've been through, count our blessings, and savor the true meaning of a holiday that began with the birth of a child.

"The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him "Immanuel" which means "God with us".

-Matthew 1:23

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas, remembering that God is indeed with us, always and forever.

Comments

larramiefg said…
Since it took almost a year to get out there, a few weeks to adjust seems more than permissible. And what lovely surroundings, inside and out.
Barrie said…
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas! And just take as much time as you need to adjust. xo
Madge said…
I just love your tree, not to mention the whole room. I can't imagine making such a huge change as you have (but I need to). I think it is wonderful what you have done this year.
Anonymous said…
I bet you can breathe deeply there and a walk outside must be exhilarating. Take it slowly ...

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