‘Tis the Season
The thing I love most about the holidays is not the presents, not the food (well, it’s kind of the food), not the spiked eggnog at the holiday parties (though that helps too) – it’s the joy of the season. As I get older, the holidays have taken on a different meaning. I used to thrive off of the tradition of going to both Christmas Eve services at my church, eating Chinese food with the Jewish side of the family, and then opening one present from under the tree. I’ve since ceased my once-a-year church-going operations, and while I still try maintain the Chinese food tradition, it’s hard now that I’ve moved away from Atlanta.
I have, however, totally and completely encompassed myself in the full-on spirit of the holidays. Not just Christmas, but everything that each December holiday brings – joy, kindness, good will, patience, smiles, singing, purity, etc.
I acknowledge that there are scrooges out there, and I also acknowledge that in the past, up until Christmas Eve, I was a scrooge myself. But these days I can barely wait for Thanksgiving because I am dying to put up my 1 ft. tall Target Christmas tree as soon as it’s over! It’s funny how decorations can make you happy like that. But the thing is, who cares? Who cares what it is about this season that makes us happy? For many, it is the presents, or the cookies, or the spiked eggnog that is only socially acceptable to drink once a year, and so be it! Let’s all find joy in whatever way we can to fully embrace the holidays! It doesn’t even have to be for a reason. I honestly have no idea why I’ve been on cloud nine during this season, other than why not? Why not be especially friendly with people on the street, saying “Happy holidays” as you pay for your morning coffee, or as you hold the door open for someone. And then, here’s a novel idea, why not continue this kindness throughout the year? Hey, there’s a thought! Let the holiday spirit spill into the new year, because let’s be honest – there’s a holiday in almost every month of the year, whether it’s Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, or Fourth of July, or even Columbus Day – there’s always some sort of “holiday” that should carry on with that joy and kindness that we feel in December. So here it is, my proclamation for 2011: Let the joy not be confined to a specific season, but to a specific reason. And the reason is, why not?
'Tis the Season
The thing I love most about the holidays is not the presents, not the food (well, it’s kind of the food), not the spiked eggnog at the holiday parties (though that helps too) – it’s the joy of the season. As I get older, the holidays have taken on a different meaning. I used to thrive off of the tradition of going to both Christmas Eve services at my church, eating Chinese food with the Jewish side of the family, and then opening one present from under the tree. I’ve since ceased my once-a-year church-going operations, and while I still try maintain the Chinese food tradition, it’s hard now that I’ve moved away from Atlanta.
I have, however, totally and completely encompassed myself in the full-on spirit of the holidays. Not just Christmas, but everything that each December holiday brings – joy, kindness, good will, patience, smiles, singing, purity, etc.
I acknowledge that there are scrooges out there, and I also acknowledge that in the past, up until Christmas Eve, I was a scrooge myself. But these days I can barely wait for Thanksgiving because I am dying to put up my 1 ft. tall Target Christmas tree as soon as it’s over! It’s funny how decorations can make you happy like that. But the thing is, who cares? Who cares what it is about this season that makes us happy? For many, it is the presents, or the cookies, or the spiked eggnog that is only socially acceptable to drink once a year, and so be it! Let’s all find joy in whatever way we can to fully embrace the holidays! It doesn’t even have to be for a reason. I honestly have no idea why I’ve been on cloud nine during this season, other than why not? Why not be especially friendly with people on the street, saying “Happy holidays” as you pay for your morning coffee, or as you hold the door open for someone. And then, here’s a novel idea, why not continue this kindness throughout the year? Hey, there’s a thought! Let the holiday spirit spill into the new year, because let’s be honest – there’s a holiday in almost every month of the year, whether it’s Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, or Fourth of July, or even Columbus Day – there’s always some sort of “holiday” that should carry on with that joy and kindness that we feel in December. So here it is, my proclamation for 2011: Let the joy not be confined to a specific season, but to a specific reason. And the reason is, why not?
Ode To Joy
When I was 12, I decided that I wanted to play the saxophone. I took a band class at my elementary school for two years, and I was one the only one of my friends to carry my instrument with me to high school, where I played for one more year before deciding that I was way too cool to be in the band.
Eighteen years later, I look back at that girl who gave up something she enjoyed and I shake my head at her. So here I am, fresh into my 30th year of life trying to pick up where I left off with something I enjoyed so much in my youth. I am currently taking saxophone lessons at a local studio with a teacher who is my age, but the difference is that he never put down his horn. “Do what you need to help it all come back to you,” he told me at our first lesson. “Can I call you Mr. Lewis? That was the name of my 6th grade band teacher,” I told him. Though I’ve only resorted to calling him Mr. Lewis a couple of times, I was pleased to find how quickly my musical knowledge has come back to me. And what is more amazing is that I look forward to going home after work to practice, which was something I dreaded when I was 12.
The other night I was practicing Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy,” a song I played at my very first band recital in 6th grade. The notes moved through my fingers and out of the saxophone as easily as they did 18 years ago, and I had just as much satisfaction in playing them as I did then, even though instead of playing in front of a roomful of proud parents as I first did, I was playing for myself.
As we get older we learn that what others think is less important as what we think of ourselves. I had always been disappointed in myself in giving up the saxophone, but I feel a sense of accomplishment now, and not that I’ve mastered any skills, but just in the fact that I’ve picked up my horn again and can allow myself to find joy in the music that I’m creating for myself. It’s never too late to create that for yourself.
The Joyful You
I realize that I put too much emphasis on other people to create joy in my life. The result of this is mostly disappointment; not in others, but in myself. I create high expectations of how I think things should be. I attribute this to the fact that I am a control freak, and I envision scenarios of perfection in my little mind, and like a movie, I wish for them to play out perfectly on the first take.
Since this rarely happens – and let’s be honest – it never happens, because who can actually read my mind? So let me rephrase – since this never happens, I have made a point to redirect these expectations toward myself because then if I let myself down, then I only have myself to blame.
Living inside my own head can be exhausting. I have debates with myself about whether or not I am being fair in my disappointments in others, and whether or not I am in fact being reasonable, it’s moot because I can’t rely on someone else the way that I can create for myself what I need in life.
Sometimes wh
en I get upset in a situation, I will scratch any plans I had for the remainder of that day, rent a tear-jerking chick flick, veg out on the couch and cry until my face hurts. While sometimes that is very cathartic, it’s not fair to myself. Why allow that outside factor to affect what I have going on inside me? Instead, I am learning to do things just to spite those negative situations. Something bad happens to me one day? So I’ll go to the gym and work out extra hard, because I know I’ll feel better. Instead of eating a pizza for dinner, I’ll go ahead with the fresh salad I had planned, because food won’t make me feel better – I will make myself feel better. Mind over matter. Only I can bring the joy to myself that I need and deserve.
Eventually I will fully be able to practice what I preach and only look to myself for my daily doses of joy. And when I do find it in outside sources, that will be an added bonus to what I’ve already got going.
Open Hearts and Open Minds
My yoga teacher tells us to check our egos at the door. “Don’t compare yourself to others in the class, and don’t force yourself into something that’s not good for your body,” she insists. “Lift your chest and open your heart,” she advises during Eagle Pose. And so I do as she tells. Drop my ego and open my heart – what sound advice! And though it seems it should be common sense, we need those reminders.
I often find that I compare myself to others, which seems odd to me since I am quite happy with who I am. In comparing, I find that I close my head and my heart off to people as a result of my own judgement. That is the antithesis of what my sage of a yoga teacher preaches. In checking my ego at the door, I should not be passing judgement on myself or others. In opening my heart, I should be making room for the warmth of those around me, and most importantly, the love that I have to give myself. As we all know, it’s imperative to love ourselves before we can fully love others.
So in this instance, it’s like the chicken or the egg: which comes first – an open heart or an open mind? Whichever comes first, the other is sure to follow, and both will lead us down the road to an open soul.
Happiness Is Contagious
The other day I was at my neighborhood farmer’s market. A local band was playing at the market and people were gathered around to watch. I was alone, standing amidst a sea of families. A young father stood beside me with his son on his shoulders. An older woman danced beside the stage and beckoned to a small child to dance with her. Neither was an especially rhythmic dancer, but both were enjoying themselves, smiling and laughing.
The sky was gray and the the wind was bothersome, but I felt completely moved by everyone around me. I smiled a huge grin, feeling somewhat self-conscious about being alone yet immersing myself into strangers’ happy moments. But I couldn’t help it – I was affected by the small child’s joy in his dancing with the older woman. I was caught up in the excitement of the dogs and their wagging tails as they sniffed the fresh bread. It was one of those days where it felt like I was controlled by those around me. I allowed myself to live vicariously through strangers’ joy and in turn created my own joy.
I constantly make jokes about “paying it forward” when I do something nice for someone, usually followed with “Pay it forward. To me. At a later time.” While this gets the laugh I’m looking for, I don’t actually expect anything in return because it is true, that you feel joy when doing something nice for someone else. However, I feel that this is not the norm with people as a whole, and so in the same way that I am affected by other people’s joy, I am also affected by other people’s negativity, and therefore, I tend not to give people the benefit of the doubt. So when I do see something that warms my heart, it moves me to the point of being overwhelmed with emotion.
A few weeks ago I was standing at the finish line of a race waiting for my boyfriend to cross. In that time, I watched an older man run to the end of the finish line and stop just before crossing. It was there that he tagged the hand of a man in a wheelchair who then crossed the finish line. While everyone clapped and cheered for the man’s finish, I become choked up at the smiles on both men’s faces. Thank goodness it was a sunny day and I was able to hide my tears behind my sunglasses!
We are all bound to each other for many reasons, but i feel that those who truly embrace the joyful moments in their lives are the ones who are really bound together for the right reasons. I feel no guilt or awkwardness in emerging myself into other people’s joyful moments because that merely allows me to pay it forward, and not just to myself at a later time, but to those closest to me, and since happiness is contagious, it ends up coming back to me after all.





