Confessions of Reformed Bah-Humbugger
Who cares how many days there are till Christmas?
I certainly don't!
Firstly, because there'll always be some magazine, department store, or website to keep me informed!
Secondly, these days the onset of the pre-Christmas hype doesn't send me spinning into a haze of horror (and reaching for the gin bottle).
What's Your First Reaction?
What happens for you when you first see
- Tinsel on the shelves in the supermarkets?
- Signs in the butcher reminding you to order your turkey/ham?
- Letterbox advertising and mail order catalogues with Christmas gift ideas and decorations?
- Signs and articles about the Creeping Proximity of Christmas?
Well I know that for me the usual reaction is dread!
Dread, like when your innards feel like they're dropping down to your feet in a matter of seconds (and you're not going down in an elevator).
Dread, like when you were caught talking in line-up at school and got sent to the principal's office. (Sister Silvester wielded a mean thin bamboo cane, I can tell you!)
Dread mixed with anger, like when you've forgotten something you promised yourself you'd remember. (Like that endless promise you make to yourself that you'll Christmas shop at the sales during the year. Doh! I forgot AGAIN.)
Dread, like when you can see the car crash coming and can't AVOID it.
And what do I do when the dread happens?
Denial has always been a goody for me. But of course, the longer you remain in denial the closer Christmas gets, and the more the internal anxiety builds. Then suddenly it's the week before Christmas and the dam wall bursts and I'm overcome with tasks, tiredness, tears and terror.
I Hate To Gloat But ...
... NOT THIS YEAR!
I had my first sighting of Christmas the other day. (Hmm, thanks Karen)
And the familiar dread rushed in as it's learned to do over so many years. And the panicky feeling started to rise in my chest. That sick feeling lurched around my belly. When suddenly (and terribly surprisingly) my BRAIN kicked in. 
What's Different?
I heard this cool, sooooooothing voice reminding me that I don't need to dread Christmas any more. (No! I don't really hear VOICES, I'm not THAT bad.) It was my own voice. (Now that I'm a Christmas Calm Angel.)
The voice? It was some positive self-talk from my own little self-protecting angel reminding me that I now have new habits and new expectations about managing Christmas.
You see I took a dose of my own medicine and worked my way through my OWN copy of Save Our Sanity, The Christmas Calm Manual. I changed my thinking. I changed my planning. I gave denial a good kick up the backside. I looked after myself with rewards for work well done, and plenty of destressing techniques. And Christmas ran smoothly. And again last year!
So! Now that I'm immunised against the effects of that familiar dread feeling, I'm ready to be YOUR Christmas Calm Angel.
I know there are plenty of people like me out there, with their heads buried in the Sand of Denial and hoping for some Fairy to come and fix it!
Sound Familiar?
Well, our Christmas Stress Test is still available and plenty of people have started taking the test.
But if you know that you can't face another year of all that stress, then maybe it's time to think about getting your own copy of Save Our Sanity: The Christmas Calm Manual. The Calm Manual is here to save you all, one frazzled woman at a time.














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