There's something peaceful about the week between Christmas and New Year. Win, lose or draw, we did the best we could to fulfill dreams. The new year doesn't really start until next Monday, and so we have this lovely little break.
If you're still in the workforce, I hope you can take vacation now. And if you're among those heroic folks who fight fires, treat wounds, and prevent the drunks from hurting each other or the rest of us, may your shifts be short and peaceful.
If possible, take naps, drink lots of water, wander around your neighborhood or the beach. It's a good time to forgive yourself and anyone else for hurt feelings during the year. There really isn't anything else that absolutely must be done this week, beyond disposing of anything that smells bad.
My last job was in an office open Monday through Thursday. Between
legal holidays and weekends, I could work it so that by using only a few
vacation days I was free from before Christmas until after New Years.
That lump of free time was a real life saver. It was the carrot on the
stick in November and permitted me to start the new work year full of
energy and enthusiasm.
This is a good time to close out the personal charts you use all year
and evaluate the possible need for new ones. In my mid-40s I realized
that many people could remain independent much later in life by the
simple expedient of keeping a running written account of important
If you habitually jot down the pill you take, as you take it, in a
notebook kept with the medicine, you won't accidentally OD and end up
trying to defend yourself while your children insist you need care. The
time to form these life and independence-saving habits is while you're
still young enough that your brain hasn't melted and run down your leg.
Keep track of drinking water and exercise so you know you're getting
enough of both, and note the day's activities on a calendar. I live
alone and am a bit compulsive, so keep several calendars. They're often
free and indicate I do more than I give myself credit for.
Perhaps it simply gives me the illusion of control, but it keeps my
days from running together. A glance at a calendar reminds me that I
hiked in the harbor last Monday, put four miles on my exercycle and
stopped by the convalescent hospital.
The sand of days slips away through the classic hourglass of time,
and it's nice to recognize and honor their individuality. If the
paperwork's ready, you'll start the year without feeling rushed and out
of control already.
So take it easy this week. You deserve it and you need it. It is,
after all, the season for short hibernations, long naps, good books and
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