Good Morning to ya. I’m up early and somewhat well rested, and ready to brave this terrible winter storm we have going on right outside. Just kidding. But for real, it is icy out there. Be careful.

Ok, fair warning – this quick post has nothing to do with fitness. I’m not sure who even reads these, but just know… this isn’t me trying to push my beliefs on to anyone. But instead, to offer some HOPE to anyone who may be looking for it today.

In case you haven’t taken the time to slow down and think about it, CHRISTMAS is practically TWO short weeks away. Even if you and your family don’t hold to any Christmas traditions, you’re most likely still impacted by it. You can’t go anywhere without hearing the music. The movies are on 24/7. Your inbox is flooded with all the sales. Glitter, trees, and white, red, and green lights are everywhere.

For the majority of us, Christmas, and the buildup to Christmas consumes our December. And I’m not complaining. I LOVE CHRISTMAS – for so many reasons.

To me, CHRISTMAS IS a promise of God’s presence – even in the midst of these highly imperfect times we are living in now, and even despite our own imperfections. See, our world needed HOPE. God sent Jesus to come in to the world to walk with it and give it purpose. And the same is true today. And IDK about you, but I need it.

Maybe you believe something similar, or maybe you don’t. Maybe for you, Christmas is all about family. I can only imagine how cool Christmas is with kids, but because of how special my parents made it for me and my brother growing up, I bet it makes it even more magical.

So, what does Christmas mean to you? – Hopefully it means more than scrambling around last minute to make sure your house looks perfectly decorated and everyone has the perfect gift.

Whatever it is, it’s all in how you look at it!

We put our tree up two weeks ago – right after Thanksgiving. We went to Concord Market, and got a little tree (about the same little size we get every year). Usually Daniel and I get in some sort of quick, harmless little argument every year putting up the tree. But this year, we didn’t. (<—-just wanted to throw that side note in there). Well, three days later, the tree collapsed and awoke us with “such a clatter.” It was just chilling on our couch, toppled over and everything. Daniel propped it against the wall. We redecorated it a couple days later. Since then, it has fallen two more times. It looks pretty sad, actually. If you look in the pic, our dog, Charlie is pretty sad about it too. I got frustrated for a minute, but then I realized that I really didn’t matter, and anyone who comes to our house isn’t going to care either. It’ll be ok.

Here is your reminder – that as we jump head first in to these next couple of weeks – filled with parties, get togethers, decorating, shopping, food, and hopefully even a little bit of fitness – you and I can hold tight to why we celebrate Christmas in the first place.

I’m not saying your reason for celebrating has to be the same as mine, but my hope for you and for me is that we can find some purpose, peace, some laughter, and give ourselves and those close to us some grace over the next couple of weeks.

So, if our tree falls over (again), or if I continue to put off buying the wreath for our door, or if I run out of wrapping paper (again), or if I try to make another recipe for Daniel that fails miserably (most of them do), or if I forget some other little detail about something I don’t even know right now.. it’ll all be ok 🙂 And the same goes for you.

Love the people around you. Hold tight to what you believe. And remember that life doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be worthwhile. It’s all in how you look at it!

 Literally, tree fell on me (again) after redecorating three times. This was also after Georgia lost the SEC Championship. Literally, tree fell on me (again) after redecorating three times. This was also after Georgia lost the SEC Championship.

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”  – How the Grinch Stole Christmas