This Christmas was different than any year I ever remember. The difference? I was relaxed.
For as long as I can remember, Christmas started the day after Thanksgiving with furious activity of rushing, going and worry. The tree, the 48 hour+ baking spree, multiple days of shopping, a day of wrapping perfectly, searching for food, preparing new and cool foods and gifts, running from home to home and shopping some more... I like to think that I'm a relaxed, type B personality. But in the last couple of weeks I'm starting to think that maybe I'm more type a than I think.
This year? I didn't put the tree up. I never spent a good 48 hours baking all kinds of Christmas cookies that partially got thrown away. I shopped for gifts one day and was done. I used gift bags instead of pretty coordinating wrap. I never made a huge deal over a special breakfast on Christmas eve or day. I didn't shop for days over 2 new outfits for the 2 days.
Pete and I opened gifts on the 23rd, which is our tradition. I commented that this year felt different and more relaxed than I've ever been. He commented that he saw that and in turn it was more relaxed for him also. We didn't argue about how he wasn't liking going to my extended family Christmas; I went and he stayed home. We both won.
This is a new experience for me.