November 21, 2013 35 Comments
The holiday season seems to come at us faster and faster every year. I feel like we just put away the 4th of July fireworks and now I’ve got pumpkin ice cream in my freezer and Egg Nog in my fridge.
The dust hasn’t even settled on the rolls of wrapping paper from last year.
Having just turned a new decade, no one needs to remind me how quickly time flies. But I still need the reminder.
As you gather around the Thanksgiving table with your family next week – whether you like them or not – I want to challenge you to really take the time to relax, and breathe. Enjoy your families, regardless of the circumstances. One day Uncle Fred or Grandma or Dad aren’t going to be sitting at that seat, and you’ll miss them.
If you feel that the holiday season has become mundane, soak it in anyway, because one day, you’ll look back on it all and miss it. And if you do this, your attitude will change.
If you’re like me and hate shopping, go with your spouse anyway this Christmas season, and have fun. Don’t throw a fit, or pout, because one day, you’ll regret soiling would-be sweet memories. Take in every moment – the good and mundane – fix the bad ones, and don’t continue to leave behind regrets of lost memories.
I’ll leave you now with a chilling passage from the third and final act of Our Town, the haunting Pulitzer prize-winning play by Thornton Wilder. Emily, the young, hopeful bride from the preceding act has died and is in the grave observing a very dull day in her early life.
Emily - I can’t. I can’t go on. It goes so fast. We don’t have time to look at one another.
She breaks down sobbing…
Emily (cont.) - I didn’t realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed. Take me back – up the hill – to my grave. But first: Wait! One more look. Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover’s Corners… Mama and Papa. Good-by to the clocks ticking… and Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths… and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you.
She looks toward the stage manager and asks abruptly, through her tears:
Emily (cont.) - Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? – every, every minute?
Stage Manager - No.