I call it the day after Christmas syndrome because when I was a kid, Christmas was the biggest deal in my life. My dad would wait until we kids were asleep and work all night to create a huge “wow”. We tip toed down the stairs at five a.m. to a sparkling tree where none had been the night before. Bicycles had been assembled, trains circled the tree, roller skates, and sleds. Of course it wasn’t all at the same Christmas, but it feels that way in my childhood memories.
Before.
After.
Christmas changed over time. As I became older and more jaded, the day after a much anticipated event was always a let down. My expectations were bigger than the thing itself. The “stuff” I acquired became my happiness along with the adrenaline that came with it; happiness with a bow and sprinkles.
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After
This week could have been one of the largest “Day After Christmas” events in our lives. More than two years in the making, we moved into our dream home AND we got electricity! We could easily see how much work there is left to do. Instead there’s been nothing but gratitude, gratitude, gratitude. No Day After Christmas disappointment here. Just peace and joy in success. We were happy all along.
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How wonderful! It looks like such a lovely place. Congratulations.
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Thank you my dear.
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SO SO beautiful!! way to go! congrats!! sending love to you both – healing going ok?? hope so…hugs, L
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Healing coming along.
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Beautiful post! Gratitude is a gift we choose to accept.
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Life is filled with so much beauty. Choosing to see it makes for a happier existence.
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