Hello there, Holidays. You snuck up on me like an overzealous Girl Scout trying to unload her last box of Thin Mints. It’s the time of year when people channel their inner Martha’s and spend their free time crafting elaborate gingerbread houses while creating hilarious shenanigans for magical little elves with names like Tinsel McTinselson and Candycane Sparkles. (You’re all well-versed in my aversion to elves.)
It’s also the time of year when my cynicism hits overdrive, and I start to curse every perfectly frosted cookie and immaculately tied bow. It’s not so much because I feel the pressure to keep up with the divas of Hobby Lobby, but, between the hustle and bustle of the season and the post-apocalyptic lack of sunlight, it makes me so tired.
I’m not going to lie, I’ve always been a little jaded. I’m not exactly sure when it started. I suppose it’s a bit of genetics mixed in with education that taught me to question and criticize everything I learned, to never accept “truth” as truth, to look for hidden agendas and dishonesty. Add to that the media, YouTube videos of Black Friday shoppers, daily interactions with sour people, and the sheer exhaustion of parenting two active little boys, and Ta-Dah! I’m one Negative Nancy.
And I’m not alone. I have 439 Facebook friends. I read what they post just about every day. Sorry, guys. Some of y’all are a bunch of Debbie Downers.
This weather sucks.
Obama is a terrorist.
Trump is really Putin wearing a mask and bad hair.
The Cubs will never win a World Series.
The Indians were robbed of a World Series.
My kid peed all over the bathroom floor and I stepped in it.
Okay, the last one was definitely me, but you get the idea. Politics, sports, the weather…we certainly like to complain, don’t we? And don’t get me wrong; I’m one of the biggest offenders. But it’s kind of depressing. We live in what is supposed to be the greatest country in the world, but a lot of us seem pretty pissed off.
So why the heck are we all so negative? Are we as humans simply wired to find the bad in everything and ignore the good? Is it more fun to be callous and unkind than to be compassionate and caring? What happened to our joy? I’m not quite ready to become a crotchety old woman who growls at babies and tries to run down terrified puppies with her little Scootabout. So I’ve decided I’m going to make a conscious effort to find more joy in this world, and to spread that joy all over this good green earth until everyone I meet starts pooping glitter. Not just for the Holidays, not just for the start of 2017, but forever.
Which is a really long time.
But I think I can do it. I may be naturally hindered by my innate cynicism, but I’m going to do my very best to throw a big stinking heap of positivity out there into The Universe and see what comes back my way.
It might not change the world, but it’s worth a try.