Footless Dolls Can Still Be Loved
Posted on 11. Dec, 2009 by Susan in Inspiration
I really hate it when a doll loses a foot.
You guys know that I am holiday fanatic. I know this is no surprise. I’ve seriously cleaned up all of my Holiday Psycho Woman past stuff, and have a blast during the holidays. That doesn’t mean that everything happens perfectly for me during the holidays. Don’t even get me started on my Dysfunctional Family Bingo Results from Thanksgiving, or how many gifts my beagle Jake has confused as “his toy.”
What’s cool about the season for me now, is my thinking. Clean thinking keeps me calm and centered and happy regardless of negative circumstances that arise. And, when my thinking is clean, I am clear about what I like, and what does not work for me. And from that place, it’s easy to create a holiday season that is authentic.
So, even though yesterday Jake chewed the foot off of a very pretty and unsuspecting doll that was wrapped under the tree for Emily, and even though I attended a party that is not my favorite kind of gathering (because my seriously extroverted husband really wanted me to go with him), it was an awesome day. I chose to be in “the Christmas spirit.” I chose it. Despite the footless doll.
I’ve talked to a lot of people who tell me that they “just aren’t feeling” it this year. Guess what? Holiday Magic is not going to pull up in your driveway and honk three times to get your attention. You have to create it. Despite how much money is in the bank. Despite how much you want to punch your boss. Despite the fact that your son married a life coach. You can be intentional with your thoughts and create holiday cheer. You can. Yes. You.
I’ve got this simple little tool called “The Happy Basket” that sounds lame but really works. It will help you turn toward what you love about the Holiday Season. You can listen to a short two-minute explanation of the tool by clicking here, on the ipod image on my homepage. Then, you can “Holiday Happy Basket” by clicking here to download the free worksheet.
The wise gurus say that life gives you your greatest teachers in your very own home. I believe that. As I was cleaning up the chewed up wrapping paper and doll parts off of the living room floor last night, Emily said, “She’s still beautiful, Mom.” No, this little doll was not headed to the “Island of Misfit Toys.” She was redressed and taken immediately up to Emily’s room. She is loved.
And so are you. Merry Christmas.



