Well, in a few hours. As it is Christmas Eve, the little church at Marum is open for a special service. I pass the church every time I go to Groningen for work and the team is now used to me saying “Hi Mom, love you” as we pass it. I never stop with the team in the car because I feel like that might be really pushing the boundaries of team building. Then again, with my particular team of curious young people, maybe not.
I’ve spent the past few days with a low level feeling of dread. I know what it is, the feelings that this time of the year evokes, all swirled around each other like some messed up mega lollipop with 40 different colors. I also know that I have survived this time of the year before… and that the discomfort eventually recedes after the 16th of January.
I am restless right now. I don’t really want to write. GG is watching some terrible Netflix 😉 and the pets are snoring. My upstairs neighbor is playing his angry music again. He probably knows a thing or two about feeling unsettled. Maybe I should go knock on his door and see if he wants to go chop some wood or something with me? I can only imagine his reaction! 😉
Anyway, Merry Christmas to you all 🙂