Unboxing musings on December 26th

Deep in thought…. 😉

As I write, memories of sweet potato casserole and  a candlelit Christmas Eve service flicker. December 26th always makes me think of Sylvia Plath’s quote:

“I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.”

I remember the day I added The Bell Jar to my stack of timeworn books at the Carnegie Public Library. Plath’s self-criticism and melancholic outlook intrigued me yet saddened me. In the decade since I’ve read the book, I’ve decided to take a few moments the day after Christmas each year to organize my thoughts and count my blessings. Sort of my personal, quiet holiday between extroverted Christmas and ostentatious New Year’s Eve.

Here is what my jumbled brain churned out this Boxing Day:

  1. I may not have a large family or a gang of friends, but I am beyond grateful for my few kindred spirits. Quality is so much more precious than quantity.
  2. Blogging has opened my eyes. There are so many warmhearted, adventurous souls on earth, and I’m learning how truly small the world is through reading your words. Thank you.
  3. Traveling grounds me. While searching for “newness” during far-flung voyages, I’ve found that I’m still drawn to gardens and other peaceful places. Experiencing other cultures helps me grow as a person, but realizing part of me remains static makes me feel more at home everywhere.
  4. This December 26th, I have decided to embrace my weirdness. As many of my friends wed and share baby photos on social media sites, I find myself happy for them. There is no tug of envy, and, in the past, that bothered me a bit. Then, I realized maybe my journey veers off the main course for a reason. I am the woman who would rather watch a Jim Henson movie than Star Wars. I am the woman who would rather read Edward Gorey than anything by E.L. James. I am the woman who will probably end up having a clowder of cats (my parakeet just shrieked in dismay). 😉 But I wouldn’t trade my wacky daily adventures for anything in the world. I encourage you to embrace your own unique everyday adventures.

Happy Trails in 2016 and beyond!



Fluff ‘n’ Stuff deep in thought, too. 🙂








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