Christmas for a lot of people is not always the happiest of times. For myself, I find my mental health wavers during December. The reason for this is my outer personality presents as a Scrooge and my inner personality loves the spirit of the season. My partner is among several of my friends who are grieving during this time due to a loss of a parent or a sibling.
I love Christmas because I like playing Santa Claus and bringing smiles to people of all ages. I embrace the real meaning of Christmas and enjoy doing the little things to make people happy. Going the extra mile to help someone out in need.
Over the last 10 years I have come along way and changed dramatically. I was insecure, distant, jealous and an envious shit of a man surrounded by negativity. This was most evident at Christmas time.
I have come a long way and still have a ways to go. The other day I was having lunch with my work friend. We first met 10 years ago and she saw me then as a closed, distant hard to get a read on and hard to know. Now she sees me as an open book, confident, funny and good to be around. We have become good friends where we can share openly with each other.
In the past I have been to quick to judge and I would reject and dismiss people before they had a chance to reject and dismiss me. Each day I am learning to become more supportive and less judgemental.
The other day I was at the bar for a drink and another patron who had been there for a while and had a few too many started to become belligerent when he was cut off. He started swearing at everyone and refused to leave when asked.
What brought on this behaviour, I will never know. Maybe Christmas is not a good time of year for him. The lesson learned is walk a mile in another' shoes and give everyone the benefit of the doubt. We do not know what they are dealing with.
I do not have all my shit together and I need to afford others the same courtesy.
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