Although I try very hard to live in the moment, I find it particularly hard at this time of the year. Especially because this year, thanks be to the Theatre Gods, I am insanely busy.
I did not get all the presents for my kids I wanted to; I have not yet begun to wrap what I do have; I did not get to decorate the apartment; the apartment itself is a disaster area, due to my Kitties' refusal to clean house. (And maybe a bit from my never being home/intense laziness.)
But, at the end of the day, none of that shit matters. Because, here in Debbieland, there is something about Christmas Day that has a different feel from the rest of the year. It's like time moves differently; sort of like when you're stoned, but everything isn't as funny and you don't have the munchies. It's me and my kids, which makes it wonderful, no matter what day of the year it is, and we always have the best time. There is something about that incredible bond you have with your kids that seems a bit stronger on Christmas. And all the shit you didn't get done doesn't matter.
I'm really looking forward to that. But, it doesn't stop me from stressing about it beforehand. (Along with the added Theatre Stress of: please let me remember my lines; please let more people come to the show; please let me learn my lines for the next show; please let me get that part I auditioned for, etc. etc.) Not to mention work. (Because I have learned the hard way to *never* mention work via social media. Meh.)
So, here's to what really matters during the holiday season: Being with the people you love. And hoping they won't mind running lines with you.