Each year I take out the boxes of Christmas decorations from the attic. Each year I always say that I will organize before I put them back. Each year I don’t. Whatever
A year passes (well 11 months) from when I put the boxes away and when I take them out. A year of activity occurs while the boxes sit in the attic. I never know what my year will be like when I put them away. Putting up decorations in 2020 (I did 2 trees that year just because) I never would have guessed what was in store that year. It’s almost as if we put faith in the fact that we will be there to decorate again, that we will want to. If you are like me you discover something that accidentally got packed away for the year. Or maybe a Christmas card you forgot to send.
When I put the boxes away in early January 2023 I never envisioned the year that I would have. The loss that I would experience. The sadness that would hover over this holiday season. I chose to do some decorating this year. I like the lights, especially since it gets dark out just after 4:00 pm. I wanted a few other decorations and I needed some supplies for a family party. Everything else will stay boxed up this year.
Maybe next year when I take out the decorations there will be a reason to celebrate, maybe a happy change. Or maybe I’ll be reminded of the sadness from the prior year. Maybe I’ll be comforted by knowing that I have healed, even if a little.
Maybe at some point in the year I’ll get the urge to organize the boxes. Probably not.
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