This year I did not make pumpkin bread at Thanksgiving, nor have I sent out any Christmas cards. I've come to realize the world has not ended because I did not complete these two events. It seemed as if they were becoming chores; chores I did not want to do.
I have made pumpkin bread for Thanksgiving for at least 17 years. I make ooodles and ooodles of loaves, and give them to family and friends. Everyone says they love it. It's my Grandma Pullin's recipe, and I know it by heart. My family was truly disappointed. But for some reason this year my heart just wasn't in it.
I have sent Christmas cards to family and friends since I was in grade school. It's something I've always enjoyed doing, and I certainly enjoy receiving them. My parents always received a bunch of them and I enjoyed sitting on the couch in front of the Christmas tree and looking at them, and listening to Christmas music. My son and my husband do not share my penchant for Christmas cards, so I am the one who picks them out, signs and addresses them, puts the return address labels and the stamps on them. Again, it just seems like a chore. It's not that I don't care for the people who would receive them, but my heart isn't in the chore.
Life will go on, and maybe next year I'll do Pumpkin Bread and Christmas Cards but forgo another tradition. I decorated my house more than usual this year, and that is a plus. Of course having the Open House party helped with that!
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