It’s just past 5:00am (a trend these days), I don’t have any makeup on (I cried it all off yesterday and the suitcases with my makeup/hair brush/clean underwear is missing) and I’ve spent the vast majority of my waking hours camped out in an airport. My plans for Sunday Funday with Nicole fell apart as did my plans for retrieving my car and the rest of my “back in Seattle let’s get my life together duties”. Yet, without even the assistance of caffeine (yet) I have a renewed sense of hope aka I’ve regained my cool.
Waking up to the beautiful Christmas tree at the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco (and the giant gingerbread cookie) glowing serenely in the lobby while the rest of the world slept soundly in their plush fluffy hotel beds felt a little magical. It felt a little like waking up on Christmas morning and all the temper tantrums and disappointment and frustration faded away in the night, as it should. And that’s my favorite part about the holiday season: there may be chaos and let downs but at the end of the day by the light of the tree none of it really matters. At the end of the day I had my health (well maybe not my mental sanity), my family (who was kind enough to drive down to San Francisco and spend the night with me after I was stranded) and a cozy hotel bed all to myself.
Thank God for the calming effect of those twinkly lights and (dare I say it) snow!
Do you find the holidays stressful? Did you score any great Black Friday deals? I can’t face the stores when there are that many people out (INSANITY) but I did manage to finish a lot of my shopping online this weekend! Now if anyone can tell me what to buy for a boy…I literally despise shopping for men.