aka The Frazzled Mom
Christmas is nearly here.
So why is it in one swift moment, my enthusiasm for the holiday is nearly dashed to pieces?
-Nearly hit by a car that was backing out of a parking spot.
-Chased down via car and cut off by the same driver.
-Cursed at by the individual that had almost hit me.
I was actually out getting a vanilla malt for my dad who’d just gone through surgery earlier that day. The situation bothered me. I was upset. I had my kid in the car and at one point was concerned for her safety because of the manic behavior of this person.
I think this was one of the lion’s den moments. Normally I have a temper. Friends and family can attest to that. But in this moment, I said nothing. I didn’t even offer eye contact. I simply parked and waited. Eventually, the driver took off (after cursing and throwing a derogatory term my way). Awesome. Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too.
With vanilla malt in the cup holder and my daughter safely in her seat, I drove to the hospital. And that’s when it really started to fester. My already self-negative thoughts began to magnify exponentially. I quelled that mini storm long enough to visit my dad. When I was back in my car and driving home, it’s like it all picked up where it had left off. And it didn’t stop.
I’m not a saint. I’m not a savior. Forgive me, but I can only take so much before I start asking “why”. Why bother saving this world or the people in it?
For me, this time of year isn’t about getting, but giving. Call me selfish, but I like the feeling I get when I give to others (not just during the holidays, but anytime during the year).
My question for all of you…
How does one get over such an event, move on and gain back any holiday enthusiasm?