Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. Another Thanksgiving that flew by too quickly. Another Thanksgiving that involved an obscene overindulgence in food and alcoholic beverages. Another Thanksgiving that ended with a need for a vacation from my vacation. And now that Thanksgiving is over, we can all move on to December, a month filled with holiday magic and glee. Or for people like me, stress, stress, and more stress.
I’m well aware that a lot of my holiday stress is self-induced. But how can I NOT be stressed when I get on Facebook and read about the holiday feats of my amazing friends around the world. Thanksgiving turkeys are being stuffed while Christmas trees are simultaneously being trimmed and Black Friday sales are being pursued and Christmas cards are being signed, sealed, and delivered. And my Facebook friends have photos on their walls and status updates to prove it.
Despite the fact that I was visiting family and wasn’t the one required to prep recipes for 4 days, I still felt like a slacker every time I signed onto Facebook and read of the spectacular culinary feats of my cohorts. Facebook was stressing me out! So I decided to unplug for the Thanksgiving weekend so I could enjoy the holiday without feeling as if I was failing to live up to some sort of bizarro world Facebook expectations. I didn’t see photos of Food Network-worthy turkeys and lists of Black Friday deals and retellings of Christmas tree trimming ceremonies. It felt almost liberating to divorce myself from the computer, like I was living my life instead of narrating it on Facebook.
Now that Thanksgiving is over and I’m home from my road trip, I’m back on Facebook. But now, instead of Thanksgiving turkeys, I see photographs of beautifully decorated Christmas trees. And I imagine the photos of holiday preparation and status updates checking off holiday to do lists will only increase in the next couple of weeks.
I guess I can’t avoid Facebook for the next month so I’ll just have to embrace my inner slacker and ignore those in high holiday gear. Who knows, maybe next year I’ll join the ranks and have my Christmas tree up before the Thanksgiving dishes are washed. I can dream anyway.