Another Christmas is upon me.
I feel no pressure.
I learned decades ago not to get caught up in the hub-bub of Christmas.
I truly have good memories, and a lot of them.
I don’t quite know what to do with those memories.
Do I add them up and feel as though time has escaped me? Or, that I’m getting old?
Do I nonchalantly let the memories sit on the sidelines as if they are powerless today?
Or, do I know what the memories symbolize and watch for more?
Yes, good memories embody wellbeing, joy, sharing, caring, and life. This embodiment can be found today.