“We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don’t allow our bodies to heal, and we don’t allow our minds and hearts to heal.” — Nhat Hanh
This was the best Christmas ever. OK, so we don’t celebrate Christmas (we celebrate Chanukah), but I still love the festivities of the month—the stockings and the holiday parties and the festive cheer. I love all of the romantic comedies on TV like The Holiday and Love Actually (which I could watch any time of year, really), the silly movies on TV like a Christmas Story and Bad Santa, and my favorite non-silly movie It’s a Wonderful Life (makes me cry every.single.time. Why can’t George and Mary just have the honeymoon that they deserve? I cringe every time Uncle Billy is at the bank, even though I know what’s going to happen. And oh that evil Mr. Potter!). December is made for shopping, partying, eating, gathering, socializing, dancing, and laughing. Nothing wrong with that.
So on this Christmas, even though resting is not exactly “intuitive” to our society these days, SHL and I both agreed that this holiday and the day off of work would make the perfect time to actively “rest” and disconnect.
Did I mention that this was the best Christmas ever?
We woke up leisurely—no alarm needed! We made our way from the bed to the couch. SHL gave me the “good spot” on the couch (which I never knew was so great because we each just naturally have our owns spots that we always gravitate towards and so I one day I just happened to lie there and was like, “oooh!”) and covered me in blankets. He made me a delicious spinach-carrot-apple-clementine-lemon juice and we mindlessly watched TV. Then he puttered around the kitchen while I stayed snuggled up on the couch switching between reading and watching The Girlfriend’s Guide to Divorce (a.k.a. GG2D), all the while drinking my juice. I finally roused myself to eat one of the greatest breakfasts of all time—egg burritos made by my hubby (he takes these things very seriously, so the onions and garlic are first sweated out in the olive oil, the rice is toasted to perfection, my whole wheat tortillas are flawlessly steamed–never, ever microwaved—well, you get the picture). Eggs and beans and tomatoes oh my! Heaven. I poured the coffee and sprinkled some cinnamon on top for that extra-special today is Christmas-and-we-don’t-have-to-go-to-work-even-though-it’s-a-Thursday.
Back to the couch we went. We caught up on some great stuff on our DVR and flipped through whatever else was on TV at the moment. We went back to reading. We napped. Late in the day I made my way into the kitchen and made some homemade cranberry biscotti with dark chocolate, pecans, whole wheat pastry flour, honey, and fresh cranberries. I also decided to try a brownie recipe with less butter, honey instead of sugar, almond flour, and cocao powder. Later on as the sun set and we began to yawn (from doing nothing), we made dinner and then listened to some of the music that SHL and his band have been recording during their jam sessions. We crawled into bed and marveled at how a day doing almost nothing (except just the things that we wanted to do) could feel so awesome.