I can still vividly recall how anticlimactic the days following Christmas were to me as a child. I remember how my parents would settle back in to their quiet activities, and I was never quite sure, amidst the crashing sugar rush, what to do with myself and the realization that it would be an entire year before I would have that fantastic sense of anticipation once again. Being a wee bit grown as I am, it is now the anticipation of being surrounded by family that defines the holidays for me, and it was the departure of my brother last evening that left me with that childlike sense of post-holiday loss. But, upon waking this morning (with an aching back and a kicking wee one), I found myself thrilled at the prospect of my usual quiet morning routine. The fuzzy bunny was equally pleased to wake up in her own cage, and have a kitchen to run to for her daily allotment of carrots. And so, even though I will pack up the tinsel trees this morning, I am looking forward to a week off to explore the potential of the crafting supplies I received for Christmas, and to ponder what I envision for Beetlegirl Design in the new year. This next year will be an adventurous one for us, and I continually surprise myself by my sense of calm, despite the number of unknowns. I think this is due in great part, to my own reluctance to let go of that childlike zeal over anticipation. Despite knowing that I may not get what I wished for, I am hopeful just the same.
And now, off to cart some boxes down from the closet, and engage in a cinnamon roll sugar rush fueled packing up of the tree.