Post Holiday slump and Cat Business
So Christmas came and went with very little grandeur and celebration. I know that it is entirely my fault that the holidays aren't the same as they used to be. When you're a child your parents make Chirstmas special for you by getting you psyched into it, and the holiday spirit just grabs you, because it's all around you. Even strangers ask if you're excited for Christmas. When you're a parent it's your job to make special memories for your child, and spoil them and be just as merry as you can be. Being a part of a child's Christmas in that way makes the holiday spirit fill you. But I am in that in between time right now. I'm no longer a child, and I am fairly far removed from my parents. I don't have any children yet and my husband and I are still working out the finer details of combining family traditions. It's a hard spot to be in. I want desperately to love Christmas like I used to, but I have to do it of my own device. I have to work at liking it. Then I reach the big dilemna... Why force myself to like something? I've rejected beer because it's an "acquired taste." Why force yourself to drink something enough that you eventually pass through the "tolerated-it" stage to the "like-it" stage. Same with certain veggies like atrichokes. Many people love them, I'm not one of them, why should I make myself eat them until I can palate them? No, just eat something else! So back to Christmas: Why should I force myself to like Christmas right now? As far as I know I haven't ruined anyone elses Christmas. My actions haven't down played the holidays for anyone else, so why bother? Is it a practice makes perfect thing? If I let go of the holiday spirit now will it be harder to find when I do have children? I just don't have the answers.
So in a completely unrelated subject, we're taking one of our cats (Tony) to the vet this morning. He's been getting skinnier and skinnier for months, and try as we might, we can't get him to eat... =( He's been to the vet and last time they said "he needs thyroid surgery, but he's too frail." He's no better this time. I think we might be looking at putting him down, which all in all won't be the worst choice (he's 14 and had a rough life). He also has more cysts and I can't figure out where he's getting them. *sigh* I feel like a bad pet owner, but I'm doing all I know how and taking all the advice I get. =/ So here we go...
Aren't I just a happy little elf today? Actually, for all my pissing and moaning in this post, I'm in a surprisingly decent mood. go figure...