It was a fun, productive day. After a beautiful morning drive with Hubby, B and R, we came home and got busy. R had friends coming over, so we spent the morning cleaning our mostly-still-clean-from-Thanksgiving house. Later I cleaned out and organized the dining room closet, and in the process found some new Christmas decorations we'd bought this year and stowed and forgotten. Isn't that the way?
Christmas seems like a happy prospect this year. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed Christmas, and it seems like things are lining up for a good one. What happened? What's different now? They've all been good ones (minus the two years when Dad and Gran died).
Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I think my shrink would say that I'm healing.
Hubby noticed on Friday that I seem to be more active and motivated and productive lately and asked me what I thought was happening. I've noticed the same thing. Still trying to discover the secret, but I think it helps that I've limited exposure to negative folks and situations. I had a hard time last week with an old problem, spent some significant time moping, then journaled about it, set some tighter boundaries, and popped up ready to kick butt. And butt has been kicked lately. Hubby said he feels almost lazy, watching me go.
Trying to just enjoy and not overthink it, or look a "focus" horse in the mouth, but it's definitely noticeable and a happy surprise. I'm just grateful.
We put the bell cupboard back up tonight - it was part of the Great Thanksgiving Rearranging of 2023. It migrated from the dining room to the living room. It's getting pretty crowded in there - "wouldn't you say my collection's complete?" - but I love them and would find room for more if I absolutely had to. K's mom Rita sent one over on Thursday night, in fact (middle shelf, fourth from left).
Anyway, again, I don't want to spend a lot of time analyzing my new happiness to death. I just want to enjoy it.