I know this is now incredibly late; Advent is over, Christmas has passed and we’re a week into the new year, but I did complete my days of kindness and wanted to write a final post to reflect that.
Christmas spirit is an interesting thing. For some, it starts to seep into consciousness mid-September, before we’ve even hit Halloween. For others, it’s around about the last week of November: just after the Americans celebrate Thanksgiving. For me, it’s a feeling that really appears when December arrives, but it’s often been hovering in the background for a while; it shows itself in the application of Christmas bedlinen or the occasional Christmas soundtrack.
A lot of this week’s kindness was to myself. I was reminded that you cannot pour from an empty cup and that sometimes you have to look after yourself before you look after others.
Following the announcement that Max Porter has scooped the Young Writer of the Year award I’ve decided it’s high time I review Grief is the Thing With Feathers which I read a fair while ago.
It is a remarkable piece of writing.
It’s been a week and I have done something nice for someone every day. I must admit that I’m really struggling to find kind things to do that don’t cost me money. So it’s been rather an expensive week.
2016 has been quite the year.
Births, deaths, political turmoil, honestly at times I wondered whether the entire year was a joke. Even on a personal level this year has been tough.
Despite how difficult this year has been on some levels, I have been successful in achieving all of the goals I laid out for myself this year, and with a month left!
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but when this absence is caused by unavoidable distance it can make the heart weary. I’m hoping this post might help people avoid that struggle.