COVID Christmas

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No matter your world view or belief system, Christmas Day 2020 will be unlike any other December 25th we've experienced. I'm going to try to remember my friend Dee's advice from many years ago when my old relationship was in the final stages of ending. 

Dee counselled me, "This Christmas will be different. It won't be the best you've had. And it will pass. Just go with it as it comes." 

It was good advice. That Christmas came and went, and I carried on and moved into a new relationship that thrives to this day. 

COVID-19 has knocked us all for six and kept us isolated for months now. The new normal is really just normal, at this stage. Whatever makes sense to you on this day, do it. Mark it or don't. Eat, read, watch, connect at a distance. Get dressed or don't. Go out or don't. If ever we've had licence to 'just be', this year's Christmas Day is it. 

The day will pass. Boxing Day will dawn and we can get on with counting down to New Year's. To a new year. 

May you enjoy the day, however it unfolds for you. 


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Photo by Tj Holowaychuk on Unsplash

Comments

  1. Kevin LongfieldDecember 25, 2020 at 7:46 AM

    Great advice. All the best to you and Val.

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  2. danielle-momoDecember 25, 2020 at 9:21 AM

    I like " licence to just be "

    Merry Christmas Amanda !

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  3. PamelakatDecember 28, 2020 at 11:08 AM

    Thanks for this, Amanda.

    Onward to a Brave New Year!

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