Once again, I find myself entrenched in the holiday season. And while I am feeling a bit more in the spirit of things compared to last December, I still haven't managed to figure out what to do with myself as a single person during this time of year. For all the personal-life-bitching posted herein, I do heart being single. I like the fact that I can work late without worrying about someone waiting on dinner for me. That my free time is spent partying it up with friends at art openings and indie shows, food and drink abounding. That I get to do what I want, when I want. All the time. Period.
In the past, Christmastime meant finding time to be with family and figuring out gifts. Who gets what and when will we see everyone. It was arranging schedules, divvying up parties and housewarmings. Baking. Decorating. Sending out the yearly card. So much about the holidays involves doing stuff with a significant person, be it a spouse or a child or a best friend. Makes it hard for someone still finding her footing as an individual unit to navigate. My solution so far has been to avoid it as much as possible by working all the time. When I need a break, I buy gifts online. I haven't touched an ornament since the Keepsake Divorce of 2007. I wonder if Hallmark makes a bauble for that event... Not to be mistaken for a total Scrooge, I typically manage some cookie baking with awesome friends. And a few festive occasions out on the town. Of course, I'll head to Nashvegas for the usual Webb family festivities, which are always a good time.
But in the end, I'm just not that into it right now. Like the scene in "The Polar Express" where the parents can't hear the bell from Santa's sleigh. So what if I'm RSVPing for New Year's parties as "Jaded, party of one"- I feel okay about it.
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