Rather than writing about books and the usual stuff, I feel like blethering a bit about this time of year and self-care, since for me those two come hand in hand.
Christmas is stressful. I find it a bit of an overload, filled with lights, music, screaming, forced bonhomie and too much stuff. This being a religious festival that is incredibly far removed from the actual point of the thing annoys me ever more every year. But for the little people in my life, I would quite happily hibernate in December or at least bury myself in a fort made of books.
For many people Christmas is about gifts. Children are justly excited about what they might get this time of year. I remember it well. That bit will be the bit I hold to this year. I’ll just be happy to be with my family and the little people particularly as they get stuck into their presents. I am of course an adult and I really don’t want anything. As I repeat with ever more vehemence every year, anything I want I can’t buy. You can’t buy inner peace, nor world peace, and the type of people you can attract with money aren’t really the ones you want in your life. The rampant consumerism this time of year leaves me cold. I have enough stuff.
The Christmas muzak and the lights gall, I think, partly because I am usually pulling forward to finishing work for the year, which I don’t do this year until Monday at 2.30. I’m too busy trying to keep on with the day-to-day to feel any sort of magic or ersatz magic. I tend to go through the motions, singing the songs, wearing suitably festive clothing, giving people good wishes, and just want it over and done with. I crave the time off more than the festives.
This time of year isn’t easy for a lot of people. Those people working this time of year plus those who might be spending 25th December alone or in a bad way. I personally struggle because of the overload possibilities plus I am usually winding down from a busy time at work. It is generally quieter for me over the holidays, giving more time to reflect and lament. Thankfully I have a pile of books I want to read plus some football and family time, all of which will hopefully keep me going over the time.
How I handle Christmas Day itself is to make sure I get time away to read and generally recharge myself. Half an hour usually does the trick as does a few precious minutes in the shower. Beyond that, the season is helped by utilising the same self-care regime I use all the time. Reading, writing, podcasts, generally. The first day buses and trains are running, I usually get out. It is usually quieter on public transport and anywhere I might want to be. Last Christmas holidays I ended up walking at Fisherrow Harbour near Edinburgh and another day in St. Andrews and Dundee. This time I have no set plans. Hibs are playing on Saturday 29th in Edinburgh so I’ll be there for that but I am not sure what else I’ll be up to. I tend to like a decent walk or two this time of year.
Anyway, I feel better for writing this down. That’s our Saturday Saunter for today. Tomorrow there will be a post about walking along a beach in December. Have a good weekend. Thanks to all readers as ever, cheers for now.