I'm not going to lie. I woke up anxious. And for good reason. We are hosting a Christmas party for a hundred-plus people tonight and, well, we do not exactly have our act together. I know it will be fine and come together because it always does, but in these morning moments, I am feeling not so sure.
Last night, before Husband and I feel asleep, I said something to him. Something important, I think. I told him that I was really enjoying my new approach to blogging, that it felt good to blog my moments, that it felt right for me, that it helped me on some level. I told him that I think it's a little bit like Julia Cameron's "morning pages," this daily, in-the-moment musing I'm doing. And I told him that I would want to sneak away for a few minutes this morning to think, to write, to process.
And here I am.
And I am listening to our 2011 Christmas party mix because we never managed to make one for this year. And in between writing these words, I am looking up at a big tree full of color and lights. And it's a beauty. Husband put a little Santa hat on top which strikes me as irreverent somehow, and perfect.
A few days ago, I bought an amazing little book called Keep Calm at Christmas. It's tiny and red and there's one quote I'd like to share, a quote from Larry Wilde: "Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of your children, they are all 30 feet tall."
I love this and I don't really think it's just about trees. When there is something happy and good, like say a holiday party, it will be lovely and appreciated no matter what. Guests will not be critical of the pockets of clutter that linger on shelves or the fact that the stockings are hung with Scotch tape from the mantel... Never worry about the perfection of your Christmas party. In the eyes of your guests, they are all festive and fun.
I am feeling better already. Today will be busy but fine, tonight will be filled with laughter and whimsy and wonder. Right now, I'm going to savor my coffee and hang with my girls for a bit before switching hats to that of hostess. First order of business? Having this little reindeer do his incredible dance to "Move like Jagger." Pure genius.
Okay, I gotta run and deal, but now is when you tell me that our little soiree will be a ringing success.
Ready, set, comfort ADR...