I hate the holidays. Hate them. Every year, a week before Thanksgiving, I get angry and depressed and that lasts until New Years, when it magically disappears for another 46 weeks.
During this crappy month and a half period, I have juuuuuusssst enough emotional bandwidth to be there for my family and my clients. Friends? Nah. Strangers? Nah. LinkedIn posts? Are you f*cking kidding me?
Family. And. Clients. No one else.
It saddens me that most of my time off each year comes when I'm not mentally capable of enjoying it. Two or three weeks of vacation between Thanksgiving and New Years and instead of hanging with my favorite people, I'm an emotional dumpster fire binging videogames in the basement.
Sorry, y'all.
At the same time, it brings me joy that I'm aware of this annual cycle and I know how to take care of myself when I'm in the throes of depression (the anger is still a work in progress). Hibernation isn't what I want, but it's absolutely what I need.
And now, like clockwork, it's gone.
I literally *just* felt the weight lift off my shoulders twenty minutes ago, as I was finishing up a Saturday morning coaching call. No, that's not a normal thing. I don't work weekends. The fact that I was so happy at the end of it says everything - I'M BACK, BABY!
If you've been wondering where I've been, now you know. Apologies to my friends and associates who felt ghosted for a while.
Let's make the most of our time together before next Thanksgiving. We've got work to do, building companies and changing the world.
LFG!
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