As I stepped back into my regular routine this year, I found myself more than ever, lingering in the coziness of the holiday spirit. It had been difficult to allow myself the luxury of taking, for the most part, two weeks away from work, but I was encouraged by my cousins’ habit of this yearly practice.
I fully enjoyed having our house full of friends and family, with rarely less than eight at the dinner table. I was able to relax and engage with the scene, as it had been set. It was definitely the closest I have come to, (for those familiar with improv premise yes, and…) allowing things to unfold as they did without much orchestration.
Of course there were those times, especially at the start, when I found myself holding on to an idea of how things should go that created a tension in me, which was uncomfortable. As I softened my grip, the time I spent became more enjoyable and I attribute that to my ability to linger.