Tina Wainscott

I know it’s days before Christmas (don’t you love how they tell you day by day, even how many hours you have left?).  Gifts to buy, parties to attend and plan, and oh, those cards!  Every time you get one in the mail, you have to check to see if you’ve sent that person one.  Shoot, I haven’t heard from Joe Schmo in years!  I took him off my list just this year and he writes! 
So I just wanted to remind you to stop.  Breathe.   Clear your mind of the To Do list for just a few minutes.  If you’re an extreme A personality, do it while you’re in the bathroom.  Fit it in there somewhere, not as another thing to do, but as a gift you give yourself every day. 

Peace,

Tina

I keep thinking that Christmas is still some distance away, like, oh, three weeks.  I don’t hear the “# of days before Christmas” warnings.  I know, it’s a head in the sand thing.  But now my daughter isn’t letting me get away with that.  She marks off each day and then counts and recounts how many days until Christmas.  Then she says, “And tomorrow…” and counts again.  I do love Christmas, but it’s different when you’re a grown up.  You have…responsibilities.  Gifts to buy, cards to send, figuring out who and how much to give as bonuses. The stuff of headaches.  Having a kid around does remind you that it’s supposed to be FUN.  If not carefree.  When I find myself getting stressed, I start singing Christmas carols. Can’t be grumpy and sing “Jingle Bells.”