Can I ask, is anyone else sick of this?
Yesterday, Grey and I had a lazy Thanksgiving. Originally we planned to spend the day skiing with friends, but when we realized that it would involve crossing the US/Canadian border with my injectables, we decided not to chance it. Instead, we slept in, woke up around 10 am, made love and began preparing dinner around noon. Instead of roasting a turkey, we roasted chicken. We made pumpkin pie, green beans, herbed stuffing and mashed potatoes with the skins on them. Grey called family and spoke with each of them, catching up with where everyone was at. We ended the evening with some tea and cuddling on the couch while Jax and Dais enjoyed a small helping of chicken and some whipped cream. In short, a perfect day.
It hasn't always been this way. When we were first married, we played the whose-family-are-we-visiting-during-which-holiday game. Which meant either 4-5 hr car trip or flying to the midwest. With my family, there was always the rush to prepare everything, race over to the aunt or uncle that was hosting and then spend the next few hours making small talk, always under the instruction not to bring up the elephant in the room. Sometime is worked, but there were holidays were it didn't. And the aftermath from the events, usually involving one person being unhappy, always took months to recover from and the stories have become legends.
It was hard not to reflect on this yesterday, as it was one of the first holidays that my stress-levels weren't through the roof. Opening the local paper resulted in some of that stress returning, as story after story reported various incidents around the country regarding early morning shoppers. And I began to wonder: why do we do this to ourselves?
If you google human nature, you'll find a nice overview on Socrates and his view on the subject. Socrates is said to have studied the question of how a person should best live and believed that the best life and the life most suited to human nature involved reasoning. Yet when we talk about human nature in a non-academic context, usually it's associated with primitive behavior, usually in the absence of rational thought. The high we receive from dashing through crowds to save a few dollars, to yell at that individual who cut us off in traffic, to send that enraged emailed because the item we ordered won't be here in time for Christmas: we chalk all of it up to human nature.
This year, in light of my upcoming IVF cycle, I'm rebelling. As I'm suppose to be as calm as possible this upcoming month, I've decided to share that with everyone around me. For the next 30 days, I will smile at strangers, perform small acts of kindness, laugh more and find pleasure in the things around me. I'm determined to make this experience, no matter the outcome, a turning point. A reverse-Grinch if you will. And I'm hoping it's contagious.
