It was a perfectly imperfect holiday season
Thanks Midlands Biz for sharing my pre-holiday post about tackling the perfection gremlins that are so rampant at this time of year. Now that I can look at the past couple of weeks in hindsight, I see everything was perfectly imperfect.
Over the holidays, we fed 32 people - from childhood buddies to brand new friends - around our cobbled- together expanded dining room table and hosted another 20 uke players around the fire on the patio. We pulled off a perfectly imperfect Christmas day with "framily" (that's friends who are family) honoring my dad's memory while trying a couple of new things. Our kitchen was in constant motion and our fridge remained jammed.
The mini-Charlie Brown tree sparkled mightily from the sunroom window while a second one toppled over daily in the yard as part of the neighborhood lights. The red reindeer head adorning the sparkly white wreath took a few tumbles off the front door, but nothing a little plastic surgery (or superglue) can't fix.
We found joy in reuniting with cousins while celebrating my uncle's life. We let messes pile up and kept the tree up until New Year's Day. Disappointment at no New Year's Day fire at the farm was replaced by flip flops and glistening 80-degree weather with friends and excellent new year's food. Long time traditions were missing a few people but we added some new ones to the mix.
This holiday season saw lots of accepting perfectly imperfect. Excellent practice to meet 2022 head-on with a perfectly imperfect resolve!
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