It’s Been A Minute….

Whew. The holiday season is here, and she showed up like a glitter-covered freight train with zero brakes. Everything is happening all at once: work events, school things, family gatherings, community commitments, mystery obligations I swear I did not agree to (you all know it was me. I did so), and of course all the “fun” traditions we’re supposed to cram in while our homes slowly morph into festive disaster zones.

It’s been a minute since I’ve had time to breathe, let alone form coherent thoughts. This time of year hits in that “I’m doing my best but also I might scream into a pillow” kind of way.

I was at a networking event recently, and they asked everyone what they’re most excited for this holiday season. Someone said, “Honestly? For it to be over.” And listen—my spirit left my body for a second just to say same, girl. I felt that deep in my over-caffeinated soul.

In an attempt to keep myself from fully short-circuiting, I’ve been trying these tiny, ridiculous ways to relax. Like stepping outside for sixty seconds to breathe cold air and pretend I’m starring in a calm winter movie instead of the one where I’m running around with three bags, a half-written to-do list, and a mental breakdown brewing. Or sitting in my car for an extra beat just to admire the neighbors’ holiday lights and pretend I don’t have my own tangled mess waiting inside. I’ve even started making a “Nope List,” where I officially declare things I’m not doing this year. It feels powerful. Slightly unhinged, but powerful. And honestly? Hiding in the shower with no phone, no questions, and no one yelling “MOM!” might be the closest I get to a spa day.

But truly — how do people slow down? Who taught them? Where is that class? I need a “How to Chill 101” course ASAP, preferably one that includes snacks, gold stars, and someone gently slapping the overachiever energy out of me.

Still, I’m trying to remind myself: it’s okay to pause. It’s okay to drop a ball or two. It’s okay that the holidays feel like too much — because they are. Surviving December without losing your mind should honestly come with an award ceremony.

So yeah, it’s been a minute. I’m tired. I’m trying. I’m a festive tornado with a coffee habit. But I’m here, showing up, chaos and all.

Confidently winging it—powered by chaos and caffeine.