I am attempting to simplify my life, Christmas included.
So this year I put a fraction of my Christmas decorations out, set some aside for our camp and I am giving the rest (of my secret addiction) away.
It is a process I do not take lightly, considering I may have been using Christmas decorations to self medicate. (more on that later)
Last weekend, I took some carefully selected decorations with me to the camp.
Before getting there, we stopped at my in-laws to say hello.
My MIL's home was decorated so-very-beautifully for Christmas.
Just lovely--as my MIL has really good taste.
Previously, she had asked me if I minded if she decorated a little bit for me at our hunting place.
I told her, "sure!"
I was confident that I would love whatever she did, plus, I was lazy to do it myself.
I was surprised when I arrived at the property and was greeted by a rather u-g-l-y red feather Christmas tree, and a few other items (not photographed) that I never knew she had.
(even Pax was assaulted)
He said he had never seen them before.
I did not like it.
Suddenly, a range of emotions came over me and
I went against "The Four Agreements."
So I took everything down and started redecorating with the things I brought with me.
Truly there is value in occupational therapy because four large empty bins later,
I felt my anti-agreement sentiments melting away.
I realized while decorating, that it was my ego that was choosing the negative thoughts that I had.
I am betting that there is a story behind some of those things she thought I would enjoy.
So I incorporated them back into my holiday display (for now).
I decided to see my MIL's bequeathing of a funky feather Christmas tree to me as a compliment.
She knows that she has an unconventional daughter-in-law that insists on choosing the crappiest Christmas trees:
and transforming them into beautiful backdrops to the story of Jesus' birth.
And so in honor of her honoring the quirky in me, I am keeping the vintage red feather table top christmas tree.
after all in the spirit of simplifying, sometimes less is more.
And, I don't need to self-medicate anymore (for now).