My Christmas Wrap Up + Why I’m Craving Calm

Merry Christmas, beautiful.

I hope you had a special day with people who light you up. It was a quiet Chrissie around these parts; Glen left for work again on the 24th, so unfortunately there’ll be no midnight kisses for me on New Year’s this time round! I missed him a lot yesterday. He’s my favourite person to hang out with; so chilled out and laid back.

The food. So much food. I have to wonder: Really, is there any need to REALLY prepare all that food? Leftovers of not, that’s a lot of food! I did an okay job at minimising gut discomfort yesterday (which I’ve gotta say, is much easier now that I’m vegetarian {that’s sometimes eats seafood}). I sipped on green juice and bubbles at breakfast, and tried to remain present and mindful throughout the rest of the day with the onslaught of food, which isn’t the easiest thing in the world, particularly when family has poured such love into their signature Chrissie dishes.

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You know what though? I found the solution to the Christmas gorge. I sipped on iced water with a slice of orange and apple cider vinegar all day, and it sorted me right out (and you know what that means!). Reminder to self: never doubt the miraculous capacities of ACV.

Other than overloading on salads and mum’s famous curried eggs, I made room for self-care, too! I gave myself a gorgeous purifying clay mask, a la Kora Organics, painted my nails lilac, braided my hair and dipped in and out of meditation all day. I finished reading The Big Leap, by Gay Hendricks, and spent a few hours doing some Desire Mapping (I’m getting so close to nailing my core desired feelings! Can’t wait to share them with you).

To go off on a tangent, I had my first kinesiology session last Friday, thanks to the recommendation from this gorgeous soul. It cracked me wiiiiiiide open (actually, the experience deserves a post all of its own) and I was little shocked to discover that while I thought I was ‘managing life’, my poor body was a little stressed. My last post might give you an insight as to why, perhaps.

I don’t even like the word ‘stressed’, and I’m certainly not one to share with the world how ‘stressed out I am’, so to learn that the Temple o’ Bliss was anything but, hit me in the heart, hard. Aren’t our bodies just so, so wise? I had no idea I was putting her under such pressure.

Anyway, to bring this back to Christmas, on one of the many Face-Time chats Glen and I shared yesterday, I tucked this in there somewhere: ‘Next year, it’s just you, me and the ocean.’ And I can see it now. No presents (we much prefer a joint holiday or night out at a gorgeous restaurant). No onslaught of food; some salad, some fresh summer fruits, some seafood. No stress. We’ll probably spend hours at the beach, bronzing up nicely, and if we’re lucky, the waves will call for a surf. We’ll read as we dry out in the sun, and return home for siesta.

My body is craving simplicity, ease and freedom.

How about you?

It’s now Boxing Day. I woke up this morning to pouring rain (sweet, sweet pouring rain!), and crawled out of bed at 5am to create a meditation alter out on the deck. I journalled my dreams (which are becoming more and more vivid every night), slipped into that beautiful still space which I need so badly right now, and hand-wrote this post. Today, I might give myself a pedi, buy some new crystals, start reading a new book and do a little more Desire Mapping.

May this rain wash away any stress, and bring you and I one step closer to calm (P.S, it’s totally working!).

Happy holidays beautiful.