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It appears we've lost our collective minds 😱
Not to be an alarmist, Reader, but it's happening.
The holiday mania has already begun melting our minds and turning us into Karens. 🤦🏻♀️
We've barely crossed the threshold into December, and I have already waited in a 25-minute line to purchase . . . get this . . . cookie cutter twinkle lights.
25 minutes for shit I don't even need to simply because it brings me a disproportionate amount of joy.
But what a refreshing perspective, remembering that I was buying something for no purpose other than it's pretty, and I'm in the blessed position to be able to do so, because next to me was a very cranky Karen.
Karen was shouting past the 25 patrons that stood between her and the check-out counter: "I'd like you to call a manager right now please!!"
The first of two efficient, but very overwhelmed, checkers responded, "There are only two of us here right now."
"Right, said Karen. "So I'm going to need you to call your manager!!"
At this point, the checker sighed and said, "There. are. only. two. of. us. here. right. now."
It was all I could do not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.
You're buying glue sticks, ma'am. We're not saving lives here.
Seeing me smile, Karen opened her mouth to surely say, "This is ridiculous" or "I'll never shop here again," but I had already turned away because, in these types of situations, I will always be on the side of the customer service agent.
If you've ever been yelled at for something over which you had utterly no control, you get it.
I'm still traumatized from the time I drove 2 hours to open a Starbucks at 4:45 am on Thanksgiving, only to have a fuzzy-headed woman in pajamas scold me that I didn't make her caramel macchiato fast enough.
Don't scold your baristas - ever - but especially not on a day when you get to hang out in pajamas and the first item on your agenda is "spend $10 on bougie coffee."
Luckily for Karen, she served a greater purpose than just raining her funk on everyone at Michael's. She served as a reminder to the rest of us to keep some perspective. The holidays are supposed to fun, and if that's not usually the case for you, how can you take back the reins and rewrite this narrative?
That's why I thought we could all use an episode about surviving the holidays.
It turns out my colorful life experience has imparted some pretty useful nuggets for surviving overwhelm, last-minute stressors, awkward family dynamics and worries about money. So many, in fact, that this episode is a two-parter.
And as a thanks to you for being a part of my community, I made this for you.
It's got recipes, printables, organizers, hangover remedies, well-being protectors and more - from my multi-passionate heart to yours.
Cheers~
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