I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Up Again)

Last night we learned that despite promises made by others to us that we will definitely not be having any guests for Christmas. The extra hours I've put in for the last couple of months at the day job to "buy" a week off during Christmas to spend my vacation with our guests in the end were for nothing. The turkey for my second Thanksgiving dinner, also planned for this month, will stay in the freezer until February or possibly March.

I wasn't really surprised. No one with as much bad luck during the holidays as I have can be startled by more of the same.

I thought about it while I was crocheting last night, and there is still a lot to be thankful for this Christmas: it'll just be me and my guy, which is cozy. We always enjoy spending time together. I have a splinted finger, so less work is less stress on my hands. I can take off a week any time I want this month, and since I worked hard for it, I will. I'll have plenty of time to work on my projects in progress. I can even make that darn turkey if I want (but since we just had turkey for Thanksgiving I will probably save it.)

It's that glass half-full or half-empty philosophy that defines situations like these. I always try to see that it's half-full.

Now I can do things that I want to do during the holidays: go walking through the different lighting displays in the towns around us, and take some long drives in the country, and have lunch or dinner out at some new places we find on our travels. Today I think we'll visit the cat shelter to make my annual donation and spend time with the kitties; my guy enjoys that, too. There is nothing to remind you of how fortunate you are than to visit a refuge for those life has not treated so kindly.

I have no doubt the holidays will get me down now and then before they're over, but I'll get up again. I always do. :)

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Journal Find

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