The holidays are a microcosm of the Yin and the Yang of life. At least for me. The season starts with Thanksgiving, one of my favorite holidays. Great food, family and friends, no gifts to buy. This year, one of my friends (now my BFF) insisted on bringing the turkey, stuffing, and gravy to our house. One of the best Thanksgivings ever. But, as I open the pre-made mashed potatoes, the little nag in my head starts: time to get the Christmas letter written; time to buy the cards; time to gather the pictures; time to buy the gifts; time to bake the biscotti. . . .
The day after we overeat turkey, the marathon begins. Everything must be done before we leave for the holiday visit with family. No time for writing the novel, or even thinking about the next book. Forget chatting up the forums; forget attending the meetings. Put the writing magazines aside for later. Save the queries for January.
I miss writing and all its associated activities, the Yin. But I love when the holiday chores are finished and there is only the unwrapping and the eating, and eating, and eating, the Yang. Mailing the cards with letters and pictures, the Yin. Reading the cards and letters from others, the Yang. Eating the wonderful foods of the season, the Yin. Starting the diet on January second, the Yang.
It’s the time of the year where the contrasts are the most obvious to me. After it’s all over and I’ve partied in the New Year, I’ll look back with a sense of accomplishment, and look forward to a new beginning.
Hope your holidays were filled with family, friends, food, and fun.