Christmas

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 Christmas

“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”
Dr. Seuss

Once upon a time there was a Christmas at Club Med in Ixtapa, Mexico  with Santa coming in on a surfboard.There was  skiiing in Steamboat Springs and beaches in Puerto  Valllarta  and Cancun. There were a lot of skiing  and ice skating Christmases  when I was growing up. 

There were Christmases after my husband left. There was one in San Francisco where my daughter danced and I contemplated suicide (I’m not the type that does it  – you can’t use mileage).

There were many Christmases in Palm Springs and New York City with family, holiday windows and  lots of theatre. Christmases at home meant  Christmas Eve dinners,  Christmas Day open houses, Christmas movie with deli or with Chinese food. 

My Christmases have varied throughout the years. Some years I was lonely. Some years I was happy. Each year was different and if I did not try to hang on to the past, each Christmas was special in its own way. 

There were Christmases with  couples, babies, small kids, teenagers, adult children and grandparents.  There were Christmases with family, family friends, old friends, new friends and there are Christmases alone. 

Christmas is part of the human experience. It is not the overly commercialized “Holidays” that the media would like us to believe it is. It is a time of nostalgia, remembering how you used to feel about Christmas as a kid, remembering loss of  innocence, a family member, pet or time that once was.

You have to celebrate Christmas, your way.  Don’t worry about what other people are doing, what people on TV are doing, what you think you should be doing  or what others think you should be doing, 

You are creating your story. The story of what it was like to live here and be you on Christmas.  Everything changes but our memories. These are the stories we hang on to. It is our stories that connect us to people. Every Christmas adds another chapter to the Christmas story.  They are not all wonderful – for everyone. But I think if you look back on a lifetime of Christmas memories there will be many happy moments.

This is a repost of an old blog. This Christmas involves ham and potato latkes, walking on the  beach and jewelry. It sounds like it will be good one.

Happy Holidays and Fly Safe,

JAZ

Time

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Time

 “Sure, everything is ending,” Jules said, “but not yet.”Jennifer Egan

Every day, most of us are passing time. We often pass time without thinking too deeply about how. When today is gone, it’s gone forever. Time runs through the roughest day. It runs through the best day too. While time is passing—what we choose to do, how we choose to be and who we choose to be with is up to us. We measure time in years, minutes, hours, decades and memories. Here are some of my  ways of measuring time.

 3 weeks until my next dental appointment.

6 months since I’ve eaten dairy or gluten.

14 years since my husband left me.

 2 minutes until I hear the words Mueller report.

5 weeks until I will be in Iceland.

3 and a half years since my dog Basquiat died.

1 week since i moved in with the  BF.

5 months until we leave for Uruguay.

2 years since my daughter got married in South Africa.

4 days since I’ve done qi gong.

15 hours and 20 minutes  until I can drink coffee again.

Fly safe,

JAZ