Get ahead of holiday burnout
Friends. We're here. We've reached the months that end in -er. Do you know what that means?? (And no, it has nothing to do with oysters.)
IT MEANS… the holiday season will soon be rushing at us like Ozzy's proverbial crazy train, and if we don't start making ourselves a priority NOW, well… ALL ABOARD motha'truckers.
Trust me when I say none of us want our bodies choosing the time and place it finally takes a break. It's almost guaranteed to choose the worst moment ever to say "aaannnnd we're done." So how about we do something very mindful this year and try a little preventative maintenance to keep shit from running off the rails. Schedule that hair appointment that seems silly but makes you feel your best. Take an afternoon to just exist in your favorite space with no agenda or expectations. Gather with your favorite pals before everyone is so busy with other shit that it seems impossible to find a time that everyone's available.
On top of prioritizing self care this season, I want us to also work on self FORGIVENESS. There are going to be about a bajillion balls in the air soon (I can hear my 12 year snickering at the word "balls" from here)… and you need to know that some of those suckers are going to hit the ground. THAT'S OKAY. No one person can do it all, so go ahead and forgive yourself for all the things you're going to WANT to do but can't pull off. Whether its time restraints, money, energy, whatever the reason… drop the damn ball without the guilt. For every unimportant thing you let fall, you have more energy to throw into the ones you're still juggling, and honestly, that's a win.
Okay… so here are the vibes going forward:
Prioritize self care now. Like today.
Schedule some fun things with your favorite pals before shit gets crazy.
Be gentle with yourself when things get chaotic.
Only say yes to the things you REALLY want to do. We're conserving energy (and fucks) this year.
You absolutely cannot do everything or be everything for everybody. Forgive yourself now for the things that don't go as planned. You're one person, babes.
Repeat after me: I WILL NOT JUDGE MYSELF OR MY HOUSE OR MY GIFT WRAPPING OR MY HOLIDAY MENU OR LITERALLY ANY OTHER GD THING BASED OFF OF SOMEONE ELSE'S SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS. I don't care how picture perfect someone's life looks on the 'gram. Pan that camera two feet to the left and I guarantee they've shoved some shit in a doom bag to get that instaworthy shot. We will not be comparing our real lives to someone else's highly curated filtered online presence. Deal? Deal.
You've got this, love. With a little prep, a little self love (a whole lotta snark and a twisted sense of humor… let's be real), we might just survive the last few months of this year. I believe in us, boo. Let's fucking go.
