Coffee Chat - Holiday Blitz

<p dir="ltr">Like most, I get nostalgic with the anticipation of the holidays. My mom really knew how to make the holidays more difficult on herself, all in the name of quality time and acts of service. She loved the time with me and my sister as we created all these tokens of the holiday spirit. Christmas in July was real in our house. We would make so many ornaments for Junior League that we had to start early, not to mention the elaborate holiday cards that we had next on the to-do list. Not like ordering them from an online photo service…oh no, these were painstakingly hand made with intricate details! Once the holidays were upon us, grandma would come over and mom would decorate the whole house with her. Too bad none of it could be real (like the greenery and flowers) because my allergies to outside things are real. All of this was in the name of her holiday party that first week in December. I remember the elaborate wrapping paper and this fun game my mom had to play to keep me from discovering what gifts were mine. Boy did those beautifully wrapped gifts make a great statement when her party was in full swing!</p> <p dir="ltr"><strong>Stop Chasing Your Own Tail </strong></p> <p dir="ltr">That wrapping paper “game” is one of my favorite memories, but my mom doesn’t remember because she wasn’t focused on it. She just didn’t want me to know what gifts were mine! I loved it because she had to get more clever each year. I wanted my gifts of course, but I really wanted to know what the code was that I had been puzzled over all December. I bring all of this up to remind you not to chase your own tail this holiday season. Download the Holiday Blitz and do the worksheets. You may learn the things you think your family and loved ones value are not the things you thought. I’ll give you an example; I asked my kids many years ago, and then again 2 years ago, what really made the holidays for them. Two years ago, I learned that yes, my kids like to decorate cookies, but not like I had fantasized. See, when I was little,