Is it December already?

So far, the holiday season has been relatively stress free. I just don't have the need for it anymore. Stress. Besides, I have enough stress the other eleven months of the year. Why should I heap any more upon myself?

The last few years, I tried desperately to meet everyone's expectations - what I imagined them to be, anyway. This year, it isn't that I care less. It's more an attitude of "it's going to be whatever it's going to be." I'm happy. The rest is up to you.

I still have travel plans. I still have gifts to purchase. I still need to decorate the house but it will all happen in due time. And what if it doesn't? Travel is already planned and paid for. Gifts - well, I still need to figure that out but that's what Amazon is for. And, right this moment, I don't care if the house gets decorated or not.

Does that make me a Scrooge? I don't think so. You should see me when I'm stressed. Trust me, it's better this way.