I haven’t been getting too much sleep the past few nights- my head hits the pillow, my mind starts cranking away, and all of a sudden I’m wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. Unfortunately, Holiday Stress is yet another sign that Christmas is approaching. As a kid (a younger kid than now, I should say) I never understood stress around the holiday season. You slide on ice in your school shoes, stuff snow down the shirts of your best friends, pray for the infamous “snow-day”, and open presents- what’s there to stress about? But now they tell me I’m all growed up. My company’s contract expires in December- despite the numerous emails telling me they’ll do their best to find me a job if they lose the contract, I’m still nervous. On top of that, I’m trying to coordinate a trip home for the holidays; hotel, car rental, gifts, other expenses, and driving over the Continental Divide in the winter are all heavy on my mind.
Don’t get me wrong: I can’t wait to go home for Christmas. The last Christmas I spent in Colorado was 1996, so I have some catching up to do. I’m looking forward to seeing the on the Western Slope and Grandma’s spiced apples in the Southeastern corner. I just wish it would all magically fall into place. I wonder if the will quote Holiday Stress in his/her plea for insanity- in this day and age he just might get away with it.