I begin to say “No” to stupid crap I really don’t want to do. The absolute joy in that statement frees me. “No” to generic holiday parties where I don’t particularly want to share any additional time with people I wouldn’t socialize with in June. “No” to ringing bells for the Salvation Army at the mall. “No” to playing Christmas music 24/7.
Don’t worry, I’ll soften up. My heart will grow three sizes sometime after next week.