I remember when I was a child there was nothing more magical than Christmas! The lights, tree decorating, Christmas cookies, time with our cousins and Grandparents, Santa Claus, and of course the presents kept us excited for the entire month. I was never one to peek or look at my presents, because I would much rather be surprised. My sister and brother were a whole different story :) I think they still tell each other what they bought each other for Christmas, then wrap it and pretend to be surprised. Okay, now back to me...
It has been a long time since I have been excited about Christmas, but this year I have a sense of excitement I simply can't explain, not just about Christmas, but about life. I know part of it is I (may)graduate, which means there are so many directions my life can take at this point! But I think too, it's that I am blissfully aware that I am exactly who I am supposed to be at this point in my life. I am stronger then I have been in years. I can taste the accomplishment that comes with finally completing a goal I have worked way too long to achieve. I may not be where I thought I would be at this point in my life, but I still believe I am exactly where I am meant to be.
As for Christmas, I am not stressing about the money and gifts (just in case anyone is wondering - I am incredibly poor so gift giving will be very sparse, but one day when I am wealthy and debt-free I will make it up to you). This year, I am focusing on enjoying all of the things that I loved as a child, like the lights, food, time with friends and family, crafts (if I end up having time to do them), and putting up my Christmas tree. This will be the first year I put up a tree by myself, and believe it or not I am looking forward to it. It is kind of like my gift to myself. My apartment is my special place, so I will be the one to enjoy it the most (well, me and Michaela who is fascinated with lights and decorations according to her mom). I am also excited that for the first time in a long time being single and unattached at Christmas doesn't make me sad. I am constantly reminded that I am beyond blessed in so many ways and I am loved beyond measure by some incredible people.
That being said, I could be totally convinced this year that Santa does exist, if some sexy, intelligent, funny single guy wants to dress up in a red suit and let me sit on his lap and tell him what I want for Christmas while feeding me Christmas cookies, under (oops, I mean beside) the Christmas tree and attend family functions with me.
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