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Brianna // [bree-ah-nuh] (n) Coffee Snob. |Millennial iPhone Photographer. |People Watcher.|Introvert. |Book Lover. |Detailed Note Taker. |Ball of Anxiety. |Lover of Glitter. |Good for Gluten-Free. |Highly Sensitive. |90% Vegetarian. | All-Heart

Tis the season...

Tis the season...

I've actually always loved the holiday season. Not just the breaks and time off, but the peace and energy that comes with it all. The fact that (commercially at least) everything is suddenly about wonder and warmth and sharing and sweetness and giving and gratefulness.

I didn't grow up with any specific traditions. I'm the only child of a single parent, so the most we ever did was prepare foods that we only really ate at that time of year. It was typically just us, so there was nothing festive happening beyond the occasional string of lights. So, I don't really have any particular ties to celebrating holidays or a strong desire to be in a specific place with specific people.

In high school, as a kid with a part time coffee shop job, I loved that by volunteering to work on Christmas Day I could give my co-workers the gift of spending time with their families or friends celebrating in a way that brought them joy. I was also able to be there for those who either weren't celebrating, or maybe needed a break from celebrating, and offer them the ability to stop in for a warm moment and have coffee and a quick conversation.

In college, not traveling during breaks kinda gave me free reign of the campus. Moonlit walks through the gardens and a near guaranteed parking space right in front of my building. It provided a calm and quiet that most never experience on a college campus. And while some of the breaks were difficult emotionally, there's a special kind of serenity that comes with semi-public solitude.  

For the past 5 or so years, I've been gifted with friends who out of their understanding of what the holidays mean have opened their homes and traditions to me. I consider it a true joy to assume the role of participant observer to the traditions and celebrations of others. Conversations about what type of cranberry sauce is better. The pleasant surprise that comes from people remembering small things about you, life events, preferences, allergies. Getting to see and enjoy the little things that make Christmas or Thanksgiving a big deal and something to look forward to. Being in a room full of people who clearly care for each other deeply and realizing why we have spaces in our homes called living rooms and family rooms. If nothing else, that's something to celebrate.

 
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