I was just on Twitter reading about Donald Trump’s “Last Gasp for Relevance” rally in Georgia. He’s still standing in front of crowds telling his brain-dead supporters that Joe Biden is going to cancel Christmas once he gets into office. Joe Biden is probably in church while I’m writing this. Donald Trump is probably waddling up to the waffle bar at Mar-a-Lago before he heads to the golf course. It’s just a typical Sunday in America.
Of course, just because Joe Biden doesn’t want to cancel Christmas, that doesn’t mean that it isn’t going to happen. With COVID-19 spreading faster than crazed Qanon conspiracies, most of us aren’t going to be doing much this holiday season — myself included.
I couldn’t be more thrilled about that! Now that the planets are off my back after what should have been the worst year of my life astrologically (yes, the first astrologer I ever visited in the late eighties warned me about it), I’ve got a spring in my step. And with actual holidays on the horizon — paid days off — I’m excited about the holiday season. After nearly a lifetime of working in retail where this is the busiest time of the year, I’m going to have to adjust to having less to do over the next month or so. On top of that, I virtually have no commitments because I can’t get together with anyone because I don’t want to be the guy who spreads COVID instead of holiday cheer this season.
It’s like Santa Claus brought me exactly what I asked for: Christmas is actually cancelled this year!
I’m going to use my spare time to prepare for what will be a busy three months for me as I begin my 200-hour yoga teacher training in February. I need to ease into a new routine that will allow me to do everything that I’m going to need to do during that time. I’m already a little stressed-out thinking about it. However, this is the sort of stress I welcome. It’s the opposite of the stress I encountered while working in retail during the Christmas season. Curiously, it is exactly the sort of stress I encountered when I was in university in the early nineties. Saturn was in the same place in the sky then as it is right now. I know, right?
So, call me a Grinch if you want, but I’m going to enjoy spending the holidays thinking about everything but Christmas. With the stars on my side after a really shitty year, I’ve got other things on my mind.