![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Bah Humbug.
Dec. 14th, 2007 12:15 pmThere are only 11 days until Christmas. I'm definitely running out of time to snap out of this Bah Humbug mood I find myself in and get my holiday cheer on.
I don't know what my deal is. I'm usually very in to the whole holiday thing. But this year, I just can't seem to get excited about any of it.
It's not like last year when I found myself bogged down in a fog of actual Depression (yes, with a capital "D"). No. Instead it's just a persistent sense of "meh," of disinterest in the holidays with an underlying sense of panic because I haven't done any of the things that should probably get done. Like decorating, or putting up a tree, or baking, or actually doing some holiday shopping. I haven't done any of that.
So, here's my plan for kicking my own ass out of this Scrooge Mood and acting "as if": tonight I'm breaking out the decorations and putting up the tree, making hot chocolate and forcing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
idiosyncratic to watch holiday movies with me; tomorrow I'm dragging myself out to brave the stores for some holiday shopping; and tomorrow night I'm baking cookies (I defy my Scrooge Mood to stand up to COOKIES!!!). Merry Christmas, dammit!!!!!!
* * *
I do have to say, however, that despite my Bah-Humbugness, I have had moments of Holiday Glee upon finding cards in my mailbox frommeredevachon, azewewish, and idiosyncratic (Ha! Jo got here before her card did. Our postal service fails.), and a holiday package from without_me (which shall go under the tree as soon as I get the damn tree up! *g*). Thank you, ladies, for the holiday cheer!!! Mwah!
I don't know what my deal is. I'm usually very in to the whole holiday thing. But this year, I just can't seem to get excited about any of it.
It's not like last year when I found myself bogged down in a fog of actual Depression (yes, with a capital "D"). No. Instead it's just a persistent sense of "meh," of disinterest in the holidays with an underlying sense of panic because I haven't done any of the things that should probably get done. Like decorating, or putting up a tree, or baking, or actually doing some holiday shopping. I haven't done any of that.
So, here's my plan for kicking my own ass out of this Scrooge Mood and acting "as if": tonight I'm breaking out the decorations and putting up the tree, making hot chocolate and forcing
idiosyncratic to watch holiday movies with me; tomorrow I'm dragging myself out to brave the stores for some holiday shopping; and tomorrow night I'm baking cookies (I defy my Scrooge Mood to stand up to COOKIES!!!). Merry Christmas, dammit!!!!!!* * *
I do have to say, however, that despite my Bah-Humbugness, I have had moments of Holiday Glee upon finding cards in my mailbox from
meredevachon, azewewish, and idiosyncratic (Ha! Jo got here before her card did. Our postal service fails.), and a holiday package from without_me (which shall go under the tree as soon as I get the damn tree up! *g*). Thank you, ladies, for the holiday cheer!!! Mwah!
