If you've made it this far, you've probably noticed a theme. In order to find more calm during the holidays, I've opted out of a lot of the (to me) meaningless busywork that makes the holidays feel so nuts.
Initially, I felt a little guilty about that because I wasn't meeting a cultural norm. After all, this wasn't how I was raised — not sending Christmas cards or baking all the things. But then I realized something super important. Everyone gets to choose how to celebrate the holidays, including me.
I suspect that nobody even notices that they haven't received a holiday card from us in years (plus, it's a win for saving paper and trees), and I'm sure they get a lot of cards from other people anyway. My family still has holiday goodies available if they want them — I'm just not spending days in the kitchen creating every holiday treat ever that took us months to eat and that I never ate myself. And certainly, nobody hates that there's one less person to fight for parking spaces and places in line during busy holiday shopping.
Instead, I focus my time on finding meaningful ways to celebrate that keep the spirit of the holidays alive. I celebrate my way, and dang it, I refuse to feel guilty about that.
By embracing holiday minimalism, I'm able to be more present with the people and things I love all throughout the season. And in doing so, I enjoy the holidays so much more than when I was putting a ton of pressure on myself to be all holiday things to all people. We still have a lovely Christmas season, and I emerge on the other side with my sanity intact. And that's the best holiday gift I can imagine.