A quick life update: I’m currently taking a short – yet well-deserved (if I say so myself) – break from studying to just sit down and write…
I have my last exam of year 3, semester 1 on Friday, and I just handed in a portfolio yesterday, meaning that it truly is a crazy time of year! To be honest, I can’t wait for all of these assessments to just be over. That’s partly because I am dying to finally get in the festive spirit, but also because I have so many books that I want to read and tonnes of ideas for blog posts that I want to enjoy writing up in the little free time I’ll have before going back to uni once more in January.
Finding a balance between work, university and my own interests has definitely been something I have had to work at a lot this year; why does Netflix always sound more appealing than memorising sonnets off by heart???
Anyway, I want to discuss something that’s been on my mind recently… Most often when I’m daydreaming instead of revising. With my birthday just behind me and Christmas on its way, I have suddenly realised how the meaning of the festive period changes as you grow older.
As a child, I would count down the days until Santa came and any presents I was given would be my main priority. The day was entirely about ripping off the wrapping paper, opening up new toys and then showing everyone who came by, and there’s nothing wrong with that – it’s typical of a child.
Now, though, it’s not the presents I think about. Rather, it’s having an excuse for the whole family to get together. For me, there’s no better feeling than being able to travel back to my hometown, wake up with my siblings, sneak downstairs to see if Santa has come and then sit back and watch their faces light up and their reactions go wild as they race through different gifts. In fact, I now look more forward to giving gifts instead of receiving them; knowing that you’ve made someone happy gives you a satisfaction like no other.
However, please don’t think that I’m bragging; my family isn’t perfect and we don’t have a lot of money, but we do just relish being with one another. We are obviously very lucky to be in a position to give gifts and there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t realise that and thank my lucky stars to be so blessed. My point is that the gifts do not matter; it’s the company that matters. I’ll note as well that I’m not religious, but I do absolutely love Christmas! Religious or not, it is a day which seems to make everyone so utterly happy and closer together and, for that, I’m thankful for it.
All in all, I want to express that there is more to Christmas than gift-giving – appreciate the people around you, the cheesy movies on the tele, the food, the decorations in shops, the snow, the music, just everything that you only get to enjoy once every 365 days.
Nevertheless, if you do have some spare cash, do please think about donating it to charity. This time of year can be extremely difficult for a lot of people and so, if you can, please do help! If you know of any charities looking for donations, link them in the comments section below to help raise awareness. Furthermore, if you’re without a family this year, my heart goes out to you – if you need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to get in touch with me.
That’s what Christmas means to me, but what makes it special for you?
Just 12 sleeps, baby!