The year that was....

Well – after what turned out to be a stressful, horrid year at uni – I passed, I passed well and I’m glad it’s over...

In the end I managed to get through the work load and injured at that...

I’ve had to quit going to my much loved ‘’Curves” as I’ve injured my shoulder pretty bad and it is going to be a long road for recovery...but hey, that’s life isn’t it. I just found out on Friday that I have, on top of injuring the shoulder, now tore a ligament in the shoulder...Wooo Hooo for me!!

I’m feeling somewhat disappointed with life. I am feeling somewhat disappointed with me. I’m feeling somewhat sorry for myself too.

I used to love this time of year. I would always go the full 9 yards. Decked out tree, exquisite gold and silver Christmas decorations and of course – windows full of Christmas lights and cheer.

Well, my Christmas has got up and gone on me - again. I have absolutely no Christmas spirit in me. I haven’t decorated my house, yet again, my once loved and used decorations are still nice and safely put away in their taped up and securely wrapped boxes which our housed in my roof...and my house looks like scrooges hide-a-way.

The only hint of Christmas – my cards and a few gifts I have bought for friends and family.

I am so sick to death of it already. I’m sick to death of hearing about how I should be making this huge effort for my Grandchildren – I just don’t have it in me anymore. I don’t feel it, see it and I haven’t for some time. I’ve just lost that once loved feeling I used to have.

When my kids were home, I only ever missed out on decorating the house once – and that was the year my Husband died. I tried to get out of it the year after, but guilt made me do it in the end – then when all the kids left...so did that little bit of spirit I had left. Thank God the Grandchildren are still too young to understand it all....

 I’m tired – nah, I’m exhausted....I’ve had it! And dare I say it – I HATE IT! I HATE CHRISTMAS!

It is commercialised, it is not what it once was. People measure their gifts by the dollar and not the thought. People look at another and worry about what they have spent rather than the thought they place in the gift.

TV sends Christmas up with unrealistic ideas of what to buy mum and dad. I mean, please....what

‘Real person’ can afford to go out and buy a $1000 ruby and sapphire ring for Mum, a washing machine or a fantastic and wonderful trip to some far away island resort? 

 

Where has that honest and true idea of Christmas gone? It seems to be replaced with – the dollar sign and how many pressies are under the tree. Love measured by how many pressies are waiting to be unwrapped – ahhh! I’m over it all.

 

Anyways, that’s enough Christmas cheer from me – for what it’s worth, I wish ya’ll a great one, a happy one and a “TRUE” Christmas. Make it count though – life is just too damn short to make about the all mighty dollar!