Oooh, You’re a Holiday

“I’m the only one in the world who feels this way.”

I guess we all turn that thought over in our heads at some point. And maybe we’re right. For example, I know I’m the only one in the world who doesn’t care for holidays.

I don’t hate them. It’s not like that old psychobabble I’m-depressed-because-it’s-Christmas-and-my-family-is-so-screwed-up kind of thing. Not at all. I just don’t think any day is more special than the one before or after. Every day is a holiday? Yeah, maybe, however sickly sweet that may sound.

Birthdays stopped being special around age 12. Christmas lost its zip sometime earlier. But I think the wholesale change came when I started reading everything Tao. Live in the Now. Every day holds promise and potential. Insert your own cliché here.

Today will be everything I make it and how I take it … I just made that up, but I think it works.

Happy Fourth of July.

2 thoughts on “Oooh, You’re a Holiday

  1. Hi Dave,
    I enjoyed this — short and zippy, and a sentiment I haven’t really heard expressed before, but one that makes a lot of sense! I’ve often thought that perhaps if I had kids I would feel differently about holidays (make them special for the kids, etc.) and get more excited about them.

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