Not wanting to sound too hippy-dippy, self help, and psycho-babbledy, yet after my many years of therapy, I have learned I have the ability to form my responses. One thing I haven't achieved from my therapy is lessening my proclivity to sending out my Christmas cards after Christmas. In the past I have rationalized that the twelve days of Christmas are from Christmas day to the Epiphany on January 6. I have even, in a very few years, actually sent them out before Christmas. It seems like every year, I plan to get them out by the 15th , but revert to my post-Christmas mailing. Sometimes I even feel guilty or at least remiss at not getting them out before the 25th.
Last night, I actually sat down and wrote them out. I had gotten one I hadn't read yet and then when I did, this is what I found, "Love to hear from you every year. You always give us something to look forward to right after Christmas." I'll admit I felt a bit stung upon reading it, a back-handed compliment? A bit of shade? Then I laughed and realized I had the choice of how I took this. I am late. I own it. I think it's what my friends have come to accept and we can joke about it. I even re-wrote my little letter changing my generic "Greetings from Tennessee" to "Greetings from the Land of Procrastination Where I Reign as Queen."
Now if only I can strengthen my ability to choose my responses to more important things that are a bit more serious than annual greetings. You know, like paying my bills the day I get them.
Last night, I actually sat down and wrote them out. I had gotten one I hadn't read yet and then when I did, this is what I found, "Love to hear from you every year. You always give us something to look forward to right after Christmas." I'll admit I felt a bit stung upon reading it, a back-handed compliment? A bit of shade? Then I laughed and realized I had the choice of how I took this. I am late. I own it. I think it's what my friends have come to accept and we can joke about it. I even re-wrote my little letter changing my generic "Greetings from Tennessee" to "Greetings from the Land of Procrastination Where I Reign as Queen."
Now if only I can strengthen my ability to choose my responses to more important things that are a bit more serious than annual greetings. You know, like paying my bills the day I get them.