When December comes everyday living becomes slightly different. Days pass faster, but not just because the curtain of the night covers the sky around 4 PM, we’re also being drawn into a hypnotizing spiral of compulsive Christmas shopping & ticking the boxes on the list of our accomplishments. Not to mention that it’s a perfect month for everybody at work to suddenly be reminded about the deadlines drawing near. Add it all together, don’t forget to include not enough sleep in this equation. Plus a bunch of caffeine. Can you feel it? The pressure is on.
There are days when the gravity of planet Earth feels too much for me. Days when you’d rather stay at home, in bed, alone, because you feel that that you’ll be pushed down to the ground on the first occasion. Still I take every day head on. But short days are like energetic vampires that suck the power from my body. I am tired lately. Tired of many things. Advent should be a happy time of Holiday preparations. It’s not – because the commercial craze of Christmas started at the end of October here. Too many sparkling lights seen too early take away the happiness of looking forward to them. The charm is gone.
But I guess I’m not broken yet for there are still things that sparkle joy at this time of the year. Very little things that make me unexpectedly happy. On previous weekend I prepared gifts for my friends from abroad. I don’t know them in person, I have no idea what their voices sound like but they are MY friends. Trying to create memorable presents and assembling them in these 2 boxes really made my heart feel warm. Or going to the cinema to see Frozen 2 with a colleague from work on Wednesday. Animated tales are so beautiful these days. Wish I were like Elsa and let it go…
Chemist in the Bottle 