Actually, I know that’s not the case…as the
fact-of-the-matter is I truly love the holidays. I typically start writing greeting
cards somewhere around October 1st (started on 9/29 this year…with seasonal
music playing on Pandora) and I look forward to December all year long. Somehow
those last few months of the calendar are always markedly better, and between
changing leaves, cooler temperatures and college contests on the gridiron, I
always look forward to it. It’s all capped off in December as we mark the birth
of a very special child…and even with my aging years…it never gets old
celebrating my birthday. There is a
downside though, and I think for me the hustle and bustle and anticipated
stress of the season conspire to rob me of much of the early holiday cheer.
When I’m putting up decorations, I’m obsessed with all there still is to do,
and deflated by the reality that every hall I’m decking will have to be
undecked. The prospect of all that looming work on top of everything else just
isn’t very appealing.
Yesterday I noticed I was singing carols and happily sipping
decaffeinated coffee as I methodically removed each ornament from the tree.
When I was putting them on the tree, I was hastily throwing them up and using
foul language each time one would inevitably drop and hit the floor. All I
could think about while I was decorating back in late November was that every
ornament I hung on that tree would need to come down. But yesterday didn’t seem
so bad, and I even took a break or two to run through my holiday medley on the
piano. Seems to me I spent more time composing and brushing up on my holiday
repertoire this year…and that made the season more enjoyable too.
Well, like most things people tend
to overthink, it’s not really very complicated. This year, both Christmas Day
and New Year’s Day fell on a Thursday. My generous employer also grants the day
after a Thursday holiday as a vacation day, so that meant a minimum of two
back-to-back four day weekends. We also get Christmas Eve, and I just took New
Year’s Eve off so I had two back-to-back five-day weekends. I’m 53, and at
least in my 30 plus year work-life, that is the first time that has ever
happened. Two back-to-back five day weekends, which means if you’re counting,
that I’ve only had to work something like four of 16 days of late (only worked
four days from 12/20 to 1/04).
What’s the point of all this?
Well, all year long (probably about 45 weeks or so) I put out this poorly
written blog each Friday morning. Most of the time, at least 75% or so, I’m
making the case for stepping away from the grind and focusing on the things that
matter.
Sadly as with most things in my life I am much better at making that
argument than I am living it…and these last couple of weeks reminded me yet
again the value of leading by example. I’m happier, much happier really, if I
actually come off the field for a few plays and take a knee once and awhile.
So…I’m not sure what you’ve resolved to do in 2015, but whatever it is, try to
take some time to do the stuff you enjoy with the people you love. It’s so
simple really…but if you’re spending every down on the field, you’re not
going to be worth much for that series when you’re needed the most. Don't be afraid to take a knee...and when you're rested...take the field with vigor and play like a champion.
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