December 1st, 2009
for the grinches
So maybe you’re thinking that Christmas is a Life Coach’s favorite season, like we and others of the positive-thinking ilk are just clip-clapping our hands with excitement come the Friday after Thanksgiving so that the holiday decorations can go up–maybe you even think it’s people like us who are responsible for decorations going up earlier and earlier each year. Maybe you just generally want to vomit at the thought of people doing things like affirming their worth or embracing themselves as powerful, and when you combine that with lots of talk of “Tis the Season” and holiday specials where people brave ice and snow to be together on Christmas and share lots of nice thoughts while sipping eggnog around the fire, it gets on overload. Maybe that’s the point where you purposefully bring Chinese food to the Christmas potluck where the hostess wanted everyone to bring “something they made themselves”–that is, if you don’t decline the invitation altogether.
Maybe that’s you.
It would definitely, absolutely, totally be me–if I weren’t invested in playing a different kind of game.
So I’ll start this the way we’d start a share at a recovery meeting: “Hi. My name is Kate. I am Holiday Aversive.”
“Hi, Kate.”
The holiday season is not my favorite time. I have what I believe are legitimate reasons for this, and to describe them, I’m going to speak from the place I was at, the place I can go to if I get a wee bit on the negative side of things–my inner snarck. So here goes.
One: it was a time when, during my childhood, my parents struggled the most around money. Two: A number of divorce/custody fights were centered around the holidays. Three: I hated visiting relatives who didn’t know anything about me, save what they learned on the holidays. I carried a lot of resentment that from my point of view, my family was totally drowning in anger and debt and unhappy muck, and despite all of the truckloads of tripe about “togetherness” and “family,” none of them had any clue what was going on. “Why pretend?” I remember arguing when I didn’t want to go. Four: Working in retail over the holidays and having people who theoretically wanted to give gifts in order to make other people happy turn around and make my life miserable when we were out of a size or they couldn’t find what they wanted. Five: Hearing that Same. Damn. Christmas. Tape. On. The. Gap. Sound. System. Every. Four. Hours. Six: Long lines, screaming children. Seven: Airports. Eight: Expensive flights. Nine: Ice-storms and canceled flights.
And oh gee golly gosh huh-huh, my favorite! Number Ten! TEN: BEING TRIGGERED AROUND MONEY AND SPENDING TIME IN LONG LINES WHILE CHILDREN SCREAM TO SHOP FOR THINGS THAT PEOPLE DON’T REALLY NEED AND LISTENING TO THE REPETITIVE CHRISTMAS MUSIC IN THE STORES AND THEN SPENDING THE MONEY ON THE EXPENSIVE FLIGHT AND SITTING IN THE AIRPORT AND WAITING FOR THE PLANE TO TAKE OFF ALREADY…SO THAT I CAN FIGHT WITH MY FAMILY!
Ding ding ding ding!
So, um, yeah. The holidays? They are not my favorite. If they are not your favorite, too, then let me tell you I can relate. Big time. Let’s just say I am still on my journey with the holidays, and part of my coping mechanism does in fact still involve buying enough toothpaste, deoderant, toilet paper and soap so that I don’t have to enter a Target from November 20th through January 3rd.
But okay–the whole point of doing the work that I do, aside from transforming myself from angry/bitter/grinchy because it’s a better thing for myself is to do it for the betterment of the world. Recently I was reading a book, Sacred Commerce, which was written by the founders of Cafe Gratitude. It’s about how to run a business in a way that is about meaning, but I think any tools there can also be applied to the larger “real world.” One that I particularly love was the tool of “making it a game.”
Something I’ve done these past few years because it gave me great joy was to make the holiday season an opportunity to love up every single cashier or helper person I run into. I remember what it was like to work at the Gap and have people treat me as…well, expendable. To be sniped at or have people act impatiently was really hard, as was just the general feeling of standing at a cash register for hours on end, listening to the Eurythmics version of Winter Wonderland (I believe that there’s only so many times one can hear that song on the sales floor before you are volunteering to please, please, please go down to the stockroom? To steam some button down shirts? Refold the denim by size and wash? Get down on the basement floor with a flashlight to scare away the cockroaches? Anything other than listen to that song one more time?).
But back to the point–I have made it my thing the past few years to try to avoid stores during the holidays, and if I do need to go to a store, to be really, really kind to the person who was helping me. To smile, to ask them in a really genuine way how their day was going, to do whatever I could to make a joke or lift their spirits. When I was on my feet for long shifts at The Gap, it was those people who were my lifeline, who reminded me that not everyone was going to yell at you if you could only find a pair of pants in a 12A, not a 12R.
This year, I’ve decided to “Make it a Game.” Make it a game to see just how much I can give kindness to the people I’m running across. This is something that I can do to divert my attention from that guy on the highway–you know, the one with the Christmas wreath in the back of his car and the bumper sticker asking what Jesus would do?–who just about ran me over and then laid on his horn and gave me the finger during the holiday season.
Also, I’m Making it a Game to laugh at that sort of behavior, because it’s actually really, really funny if you think about it. One of these days I will mine the brain for tidbits about working at The Gap and write about it (at least, I can’t remember signing an exclusivity clause…).
But just in case any of my fellow grinchies think I’ve gone off the deep end and am now “going over to the other side,” I’ll offer up that I don’t think I’ll ever truly be someone who’s into the Christmas spirit if this is my favorite Christmas tune of late (warning…crass content with that link).
So this goes out to my fellow people who are less than thrilled about the holidays. How do you cope? What do you do to make it a more powerful experience?









December 1st, 2009 at 8:16 am
this post had me nodding so much i must have looked like a bobblehead to anyone passing by my desk! i know i’ve still got a long way to go and a ton of work to do before i’m finally able to cope with the holidays in a healthy way, but in the meantime, i’ve learned that taking time out to just close my eyes and take few slow deep breaths has really helped to keep me from losing my sh*t during high-stress holiday moments. if i just make that decision to slow down, it somehow helps the external madness to become a bit less overwhelming.
December 1st, 2009 at 8:35 am
I totally get this post!!! I have interfaced with the public as a waitress, ski school instructor, retail person, wow, that seems like I can’t keep a job doesn’t it? lol Now, I’m in graduate school, go figure. Anyhow- I so know what you’re talking about and if I have to go out of my house to shop at places like Target I try to remember how I felt as a cashier(another glam job I ‘ve had) or a waitress and “make it a game” by spreading the love. I also cut down on buying presents and instead give time by traveling to see family who live far away every year. I’m okay not spending a ton of money on stuff because I am a student, we are essentially poor, and life is about being with people even if we fight. Looking back as a kid we had some boozed up arguments at my house for the holidays- lol! Ah, the Irish- I could go on…
But seriously, at least people were there we could fight with and we weren’t all alone. (Shrugs) I am trying to up my level of peacefulness in other ways too though. I recently became vegan. This was a long windy path for me, but it feels right. I look forward to reading more of your blog. Your fellow former service worker, Eileen.
December 1st, 2009 at 10:57 am
Yes, Kathy–we can psychically breathe with one another.
Eileen–congrats on going to graduate school!
December 1st, 2009 at 11:00 am
I have struggled with accepting the holiday season as well. I used to work in a supermarket and let me tell you, people go a little bananas when they can use their value card points to get a free turkey, especially when they choose the wrong turkey or something doesn’t ring up right! I also never understood getting together with family members once a year. It always felt so fake, like the Christmas/Easter churchgoers.
And then I moved to Las Vegas and had to deal with not only buying Christmas presents with money that wasn’t readily available (major bills always seem to come up in December), but also having the onus of getting to family in Maryland or New Jersey. It made me cuh-RAY-ZEE after the first year. But still, for four of the five years, there I was, spending nonexistent money and packing my bags for a trip I mostly resented.
Now that I am living in northern VA and am within driving distance, the burden feels a lot less than it did when I was 2500 miles away. I’ve still not resolved the whole gift-giving experience, but I’m slowly accepting that this is just how it is and that my resistance only causes myself stress that I don’t need. (longest comment ever)
December 14th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Oh gosh, how I hear you. After 9 years of working at a hallmark store, I can totally sympathize. Although I’ve been gone for over 10 years now, I still cannot stand to listen to Christmas music, and I hate, hate, hate Christmas shopping, and will do everything I can to do most of it online. If I do have to go out, I do my best to be very nice to the folks helping me…even if I have to wait a very long time, because I sure do remember how horribly people would treat me because they had to wait awhile or we were out of their item, or just because. It always amazed me how horrible people would be during this most “joyous of times.”
I hope to be able to let it all go someday, but I’m not there yet.