The Big Ol' Gift of a Break
By Mel Ulle | Guest Contributor
I love the holidays. Hanukkah, Christmas, New Year's Eve and then New Year's Day allow us to breathe for just a bit and I feel grateful in advance for the time away from work and school schedules.
I'm giving myself a big gift this year . . . a break.
A break from over-commitment: I've already bailed on five or six holiday events because I am tired and I don't want to leave my long workdays to . . . work more. My job is very social and I don't feel like running from party to party after I've been talking, presenting, facilitating all day long. I want my jammies and I want them now.
A break from body-shaming myself: I have decided I'm going to eat my way through the holidays with no shame in my game. I'm going to say yes to every cookie, cake, and glass of egg nog that comes near this face.
A break from holiday cards: Guess what? I don't have time and they're a pain in my ass. If my spouse can do it, great. Otherwise, the world has Facebook and Instagram to see my family's updates and I'm a wicked poster so our friends and family probably want to see less of us, not more. And it's a way better update than whatever bullshit would make it's way into our year-end letter.
A break from being the mean mom: This is the time of year when I get to spoil my two daughters to pieces and not feel guilty about it. My girls don't know it yet, but we're hitting the nail salon for pedis, and finally going to the Great Wolf Lodge to get our swim on. I'm going to be the nice mom for a spell and hopefully they will remember that when I start yelling at them to practice their piano in mid-January.
Finally, a break from the judge in my head who tells me every day that what I do is not enough. It is enough. At least it will be for the next few weeks.