Balancing Act

Here at the office, a holiday frenzy: Let's see how much work we can do before the end of the year.

For me, just the opposite impulse.

It's almost Solstice. The nights are long and the mornings are cold. Inside, only the tree lights and a little holiday lamp are illuminated. It's dim and comfy and inviting.

These are days to savor: baking, writing cards, making and wrapping gifts. These are the days leading up to the Great Pause.

I'm trying to let the hurry flow over me. It will get where it's going — but I won't be with it.