Usually everything feels okay, but it’s just one of those hard days where a piece of chocolate throws off your entire morning.
And you can feel the sugar of a candy cane from mall pictures with Santa pulsing through your veins.
Where you gladly offer to run errands to escape the nauseatingly sweet smells of Christmas baking and cookie frosting wafting through the house.
Not ready to face another trying year of holiday festivities with the weight of this lackluster ghost in the closet; joylessly recreating childhood memories that now come riddled with anxieties.
Unsure of where you stand with yourself this year, and altogether afraid to find out.
You just want so desperately to crawl out of this prison skin, to revert back to the days when the only thing holding down your spirit was gravity. But more than that, to be able to enjoy the beautifully glazed snowflake cookies you labored over without guilt, without shame, and with a heart light with the magic of a carefree holiday spirit.
grace upon grace 