How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Are you ready?
I am not.
My guess is you are not either.
I'm trying to justify the feelings of anxiety regarding Christmas, and all I can come up with is that I'm supposed to have these feelings of anxiety. I'm supposed to be anxious about not having enough presents. About not having a tree up yet. Or lights. Or spending enough time shopping. Or making sure everyone is happy. Even the dogs. And if I don't get into the spirit quick I'll be a Grinch. You don't want to be a Grinch, do you, Bain?
No no. No Grinch.
But at the same time, I don't want to be a maniacal, anxiety-filled idiot either.
There must be a balance somewhere. I will search for it. I will place my anxiety at the far end of the beam. I will try to balance. I. Must. Try.
