Your Permission to Give Yourself a Holiday Break
Trust me: It will all be there when you get back
I have a holiday gift for you, dear reader. I send it from my laptop to yours, with great affection and with heartfelt gratitude for all you have done for your family, your friends, your colleagues, and our society this year. Here it is: permission to take a holiday break. Take a day, a week, or an hour. Take as much as you can get, even if it’s just a moment. It doesn’t need to be to Cabo. Or anywhere Instagrammable. It doesn’t even need to be a trip. It doesn’t need to be elaborate or expensive or extensive. Just take a break. You need it. And you deserve it.
Here is what we are all simply saying too little of right now: this year was awful. The year before that was awful. This long slog hurts. Since the former president’s emergency declaration in March 2020, before we ever imagined we would run through the Greek alphabet for variant names, we have all been a ball of nerves. We have been anxious, fearful, nervous, frustrated, angry, and really fucking annoyed. We have done our best to put a smile on and power through it. To be hopeful. To be patient. To be kind. We have gotten up every day to make the very best of the worst situation our world has seen in a century.
