I’m writing this entry from a parking lot in South Lyon, waiting for Chinese food for Christmas Eve dinner.
I know that “the holidays” and “the holiday season” are in fact very difficult for many people, and I very sincerely hope that most of you are sitting more than just “surviving” these days…
But I know that many of you are just surviving, and there’s no shame in that. I know that Aunt Annie and I have struggled to find “the reason for the season” ourselves, and we only hit our stride yesterday.
It’s not easy to deal with the loss of a loved one, the stress of this stupid pandemic and our financial uncertainty (yay, TMR readers!) at the same time. I’m sure that many of you are facing your own challenges this year, and goodness knows that, sometimes, family can make the situation worse.
But we’re in this together, and we’re going to get through these holidays, even if you’re feeling particularly grinch-y on what’s little more than just a Friday evening in December.
I still wish you and your families as much happiness and health as possible, I hope that you’re able to find some joy in Christmas, Festivus, Kwanzaa, a belated Hannukah, or just the plain old weekend.
Please be well, stay safe and know that you matter. Survive and thrive as you can, and let’s all hope that a year from now, we’re healthier and happier than we are today.