Have some fun… first
December 18, 2013 § 7 Comments
I love the festive season, but it wears me out. Mostly, this is self-inflicted – I have extra people in the house, which means extra mouths to feed, increased housework, and then there’s the seasonal cooking I do (by choice) – fruitcakes, shortbread, ginger biscuits, a chocolate Yule log, and with any luck, a gingerbread house… And that’s just for starters. We won’t even talk about Christmas Day.
When I woke up this morning I was feeling stressed and overwhelmed and overwrought, and frankly, fairly panicked. It’s a week till Christmas, and I don’t feel prepared. I have a to-do list as long as my arm, and it seems to get longer every day.
And so, I decided to bake some gingerbread.
Because I wanted to. Because some of my Twitter friends asked me to and hinted they’d happily come over and taste it for me, being sacrificial types… *cough*
But mostly, because I wanted to. I love baking, and it was the one thing I did today that I did purely because I wanted to. It was the work of moments – I simply stirred the ingredients together with a wooden spoon, and the oven did all the hard work. And yet that small, selfish act had an enormous impact. It gave me the impetus I needed to do all the “have-tos” I had to get through today. Because I did it first, before the long list of chores.
There’s a lesson in that. I don’t think you need me to tell you what it is.