A Gift

You know that feeling after the holidays when you just let out a sigh of relieve it’s all over?  You can finally slow down some, just sit there?  That’s how I feel after Halloween.  Except instead of being able to regroup after the holiday, I roll into cooking Thanksgiving and then finally trip into Christmas.

And it’s not that I don’t enjoy doing it all.   I can explain it by something someone said to me recently;

“Jen, you don’t do anything small do you?”

Best compliment ever.  Also?  Exhausted.

I understand I bring it on myself, but that’s how my brain works.  I love to create.  It’s what sits at the core of my existence.

Sometimes Big Creativity + Time = Screwed Jen.

This year I made a lot of handmade crafts AND turned 40 (Dec 20) so I also had more social engagements than I would normally have this month which left me with less time.

I still had Big Creative Brain Thoughts though.  Damn them.

Come the night of the 23rd and I said something to the effect of needing 100% more cow bell to get done what I needed to.

Melisa responded that she could help me, and that’s how the 24th became a new holiday:  Jew help a Christian day.

If you don’t know Melisa, then let me tell you about this woman I just adore.

I met her online but she lives in the same town as me.  I remember thinking at our first lunch date “I LIKE HER” which is amazing because I tend to not like people.

She’s the kind of person you can invite over when your house is nearly at its worst and she jumps in with no judgment and starts peeling stickers off your floor.  Help you with a craft?  She can do that too.  As a bonus trait, she can read and follow a recipe.

And?

She has enough friends AND sisters now so don’t even think about it.

When she was over, I stopped for a moment to see her in my kitchen working.  Helping me.  I almost started crying because what a great gift she is in my life.

And then I humped her leg.

Thank you Melisa.    (You should read her side of the story too) 

12 thoughts on “A Gift

  1. This ids what it is all about….I seriously don’t think Christmas really is happening until I jump in for a friend or one does for me because of our hairbrained schemes to create. I learner it from my Mom, thank God. Without chaos of crafting Christmas would be so normal.

  2. Loved reading both of your stories. It’s like holiday miracles flying all over the place, when women of different religions can come together and do a whole bunch of shit together and get it DONE. I have to add here that I liked Melisa right away, too, and I hate people, too, so there must be something special about that girl.

  3. I wonder if she wonders, why do Christmassers do this to themselves? I have had the pleasure of talking to Melissa on the phone and through LTYM: the amount of information that woman has amassed along with her true desire to just make things as good as she can for everyone, is astounding.

    Really, not a fake bone in her body: she is a giver, and I am so lucky to have her in my LTYM corner.

    Really really like her.

    • You are really sweet. And now I need to get going on that email I have owed you for weeks. Sigh. :)

      Thanks for the kind words. I like you too.

      Oh, and by the way, NO I don’t wonder that: I’m exactly the same way about all things in life except Christian holidays! It’s one of the things Jen and I have in common: GO BIG OR GO HOME.

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