The Fibromyalgia Holidays

The Fibromyalgia Holidays
Christine Tender Points It happened again. The season crept up on me before I could hide. Yes, I'm a holiday avoider. I wasn't always. When I was young and energetic, I looked forward to the excitement, the tree, the gifts, the food, and particularly the music that accompanies the season. I am fortunate to have cherished memories of all those things. But times change, and so have I. As a young mother, I bought into the fairy tale that the perfect "Hallmark" Christmas was not only possible but that it was obligatory. It was up to me alone to create it in my home. Each year I strived to outdo the last — cooking more, decorating more, and spending more, but enjoying it less. And each year I was disappointed in the results. It was lots of work that no one particularly noticed but me. Eventually, I figured out that "Hallmark" Christmases only take place in greeting cards and on television. Nowhere else is this perfection seen, certainly not in my less than perfect home with my less than perfect family, and especially not with my less than perfect health. At about the same time that I began to question all my efforts, my fibromyalgia said, "Enough!" Surprisingly, I'm perfectly fine with the outcome. I have realized I can do a whole lot less (translation: barely anything) and still enjoy the season. I've had my turn at brightening up the world. Now it's up to someone else to do it. And, of course, they do. Let me assure you that young, healthy people and especially retail
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