Well, I survived my penultimate undergraduate finals week. And now I sit in our living room across from the Christmas tree, surrounded by festive Yuletide decorations and books (seriously – we have four bursting plastic totes of Christmas books alone) and it still doesn’t feel like The Most Wonderful Time of The Year.
I’m still in that dazed letdown phase that follows a period of intense stress. Relieved as I may be to have finished up my classes, going-going-going for two and a half weeks straight leaves me a little bewildered when I get home and there’s not as much to do. I sit here casting around for the assignment or project I’m certain I forgot about, too used to having Something To Do hanging over my head. The Engineer once “assigned” me coloring pages to do over the summer so I wouldn’t stress out about not having anything to stress out about.
This year, of course, I do have something to do – my thesis project. Which is due at the end of February. Which I’m trying not to freak out about just yet. After all, the vacation is young. And I do love my topic (the Arabian Nights), so the reading will probably go faster than I think it will.
But stress is not exactly conducive to the magic of Christmas.
So I suppose it couldn’t hurt to give myself a few days to breathe – and watch my favorite Christmas movies from childhood.