As promised, I'm going to start writing in this blog again. I thought all day yesterday about what I should choose for my subject, but alas, nothing stuck. I think that is what is so frustrating to me about writing. I know I have the talent to string words together in a pleasing way, but I have a difficult time choosing something to focus on. As opposed to dwelling on this fact, I've decided that maybe keeping a blog and just writing what comes to me may be a cure for my disease.
Thus.... Some random thoughts:
It's Christmas-time, my absolute favorite time of year. I got to thinking yesterday about the difference between Christmas now, and Christmas as a child. It used to hold so much more wonder. Yes, Santa was a part of that, but I think the bigger piece came from my ability to anticipate the holiday. So, to further explore that feeling, I looked up the definition.
anticipate: expect: regard something as probable or likely
anticipate: be excited or anxious about
I think I like the second definition best. That is exactly how during the long days between Thanksgiving and Christmas as a child. What is it about maturing that takes away some of our ability to anticipate? Is it the stress we feel trying to prepare for the holidays? That seems like it could be a portion of the answer. But I think, as unfortunate as it is, that adults quit anticipating in general because they've experienced disappointment.
Sure, we still look forward to Christmas. We still feel joyful that it's on its way. I think there is still a little anticipation left in all of us. It's just not the same as it was when we were younger. Does anyone agree with me here? Who can offer some other, less depressing reasons? :)
All I know is it takes a lot of courage to be truly hopeful about something.
Not cooking, not a comeback, BUT A CONSPIRACY.
13 years ago
1 comment:
Hey chica,
I know exactly how you feel. Christmas is one lens to look through and that lens is connected to that of innocence. I think the reality is simply a loss of innocence. (Not that kind! ;) The kind of innocence that lets you believe in Santa and that if you ever fall, your daddy will always be there to catch you. You wholeheartedly believe that everyone is good and that life will treat you well. Loss of innocence isn't always a bad thing. It means that you are thinking logically, that if I jump off of this high rock, I might get hurt. If I love someone, they might not love me back and I might get hurt. Being innocent is being free. Now that we're growing up, we are tied down to all of the things that we love, afraid of losing them. It's like growing up and growing taller, but not in the literal sense. In the sense that the older you are, the further you have to fall, the more you have to lose. I think we are afraid to get our hopes up because if we do, we are likely to get disappointed. I don't really know if those two ideas relate, but for whatever reason, your post reminded me of this train of thought.
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