Bad Christmas casserole Vs. really talking to Uncle Joe
It’s Christmas Eve.
This means a few things.
Some of you are the happiest that you have been all year.
Some of you are the most miserable that you have been all year.
Some of you are right in the middle.
Me?
I’m good.
I am laying in bed right now next to the most beautiful 8 year old on the planet.
It is warm. It is quiet. It is perfect.
In a few minutes I will get up and begin the chaos of today.
The chaos involves 3 trips to 3 different family homes.
It involves lots of “Hey!” “Great!” “How about you?!” “Fantastic!” “Actually no. I live in Nashville now. Yea. Tennessee. Yea. The country music place.” “Yea. I actually DO like it.”
And we have a choice.
Actually I have a choice.
I can make today about survival.
About getting from one conversation to the next with the least amount of thought possible…
Or…
I could make today about authenticity.
And surprise everyone I talk to with an authenticity that they probably are not ready for this Christmas Eve.
Asking them the one question that no one else on the planet would ask them but you know they want to be asked…
I don’t know what that question is…but you do.
It will make for even more awkward conversations but it will also make for more people knowing that someone actually cares more about them than the traditions that surround them.
Make today about the peoples lives you never get to share and not about the horrible casserole and 15 dollar gift exchange.
It’s better that way.
Merry Christmas.
C
RAIN IT DOWN
thanks for the perspective Los… love that you see visiting 287,342 houses with Heather and the littles an opp to encourage your family and others, that’s totally coolsauce
Merry Christmas!
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Once again you bring it with an insight tbat is unique, simple and undeniably yours. Thank you friend! Looking forward to the new year and hearing more of that good ol Los wisdom. Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Well said Carlos.
Well said.
I too choose to ask authentic questions. Thanks for the reminder.
Merry Christmas
Yeah… I wish someone had acknowledged my husband who passed away this year. I think they probably didn’t want to upset me, but in reality, I’m terrified that they’re going to forget him.
Wow I am sorry you had to go through that this year. I don’t know you at all but I wanted you to know I just said a prayer for you.
Thank you for praying for us!!
Interesting enough I would want to be the one asked those awkward questions. I have a lot to but would love to find someone who cares enough to listen.. Not depressed or whining just missing honest connection with humans. My sarcasm makes people think I dont want serious conversation