I have struggled to find enthusiasm for Christmas this year. There have been little things in the way: I’ve been ill more times in the past month than in the past two years previous. Nothing serious. Just one little annoyance after another. I have therefore been constantly behind, aware of the things that are not being done, never feeling on top of things.
Christmas has felt a bit like an exam that one has left it too late to study for. You go in on a wing and a prayer, but know that even if you ‘get away with it’ you won’t have done your best. This weekend I am again walking the tightrope — trying to get it all done, trying not to push so far that this present cold turns to laryngitis.
And then suddenly, it all turned — with this blog post.
So quickly hope comes.
And just in time too.