Make Your Own Chrismukkah.
When you're little, everything's exciting. You're small and the world is big. Christmas, New Year's Eve and Birthdays literally feel like the best day of your life and let's face it - you haven't been alive that long, so at the time, it probably is. But when we grow up, a funny thing happens. We start expecting these days to deliver and when they don't, we're left disappointed, disheartened and basically depressed. We begin to loathe the days we once loved. We shudder at carols, refuse to go within a 1km radius of the pageant and dread the thought of Ubering from one place to the next, to spend time with extended family members (who you see once a year), who ask you why you haven't got a boyfriend yet.
Aren't you 26? Don't you ever want to have a baby?
No. We don't.
Well, not until we're in a financially and emotionally stable relationship with someone who doesn't completely suck and have travelled to a minimum three more foreign countries.
But until that miraculous day comes, I think what we really need is a change in attitude. The reality is, we're not six years old anymore, we can't rely on our parents to create the magic for us. We're adults, we have to do it ourselves (like literally everything else - duh).
It's time we follow in the footsteps of our favourite, teen heart throb & comic book nerd Seth Cohen and start making our own traditions.
Whether it's skipping out early on Christmas dinner with the oldies to unwrap presents & a bottle of tequila with your best friends, making a game out of how many times your estranged, uncouth cousin accidentally offends someone without noticing or going large and actually creating your own pseudo holiday.
Whatever you need to do to find the joy, just go about doing it.
Because ain't nobody going to do it for you.
Words: Stephanie Dugan