Christmas, Family And Other Catastrophes

Published December 19, 2011

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This week has been incredibly emotional and I have to admit…I am feeling a little bit shaken by it all.

I don’t know about you, but since I have had children I go through phases where my tears are out of control: when someone tells me that their best friend has been diagnosed with breast cancer and she has 3 children; or when someone decides to throw their own child off a bridge; sometimes even when I watch some sob story on TV…I just cry.

I find it quite embarrassing.

Being an immigrant, Christmas is the worst. For even when we have family over for Christmas (and this year we don’t), it’s just not the same. Especially since I am a COMPLETE Christ-ma-holic.

My Family

Yes, I LOVE Christmas!

And that’s not because I’m hooked on Christmas Music, Christmas Presents or even the decorations. It’s because Christmas is just real special in our family. So much so that in 35 years I only ever missed one Christmas at home with my family. So much so in fact that I used to tell prospective employers in job interviews that I wouldn’t work at Christmas (and being a vet that never went down very well…), and it worked: in 7 years working as a vet, I did NOT work a single Christmas.

Christmas in our family is all about…FAMILY.

Christmas is when we all get together and spend quality time without any disruptions. It’s sacred. The best food is prepared and the most expensive wine brought up from the cellar. And on boxing day the whole thing is repeated at my Auntie’s house with aunts, uncles, cousins and so forth.

So the run up to Christmas alone is enough to make me even more teary and emotional than usual…and this is the 5th Christmas away from my German family.

During this last week this has really been blown out of proportion. What with nearly losing my best friend to suicide (and we’re not out of the woods yet either); having our gorgeous nieces over from New Zealand and the kids having the best time ever together…followed by many a tear when they left again; Zara’s last two days at Kinder (where did the last 4 years go?), and seeing her in her school uniform; and a business deal gone sour…well, it’s been a bit of an emotional roller-coster!

But what does all of this have to do with the 192 Day Challenge?

Well, there’s a lot to be learned about yourself from your emotions, because the things that shake you up are the things that really matter, right? Friends and family, and being healthy in body and mind and just spending quality time together instead of working 16h days.

So yes, this is an important part of my journey. This is exactly the kind of stuff I have to take into consideration as I map out my next 6 months, and the more distant future from there.

They say that Blood is thicker than Water, and maybe that’s my whole problem.