It appears that I am very much a creature of habit when it comes to getting ill. I catch a cold at Christmas; it settles into my chest and eventually becomes bronchitis, which requires some antibiotics. I joke with my friends about always toasting the New Year with cough syrup, rather than champagne, but it’s also true, unfortunately. And I’m really, really tired of it, not to mention the expense of trying to find something that makes me feel human again. Last year, I began doing some research and experimentation with natural cold remedies that helped ease my suffering (and red nose) better than fancy store-bought syrups and pills.
Christmas is almost here, which has led to a mini freak-out on my part. I’m behind schedule with my gift-making and unsure how I’m going to squeeze everything into my suitcase. There is one absolute rule I follow when traveling: thou shall not check luggage unless the airline decrees your feline to be carry on luggage. Unlike Emeril, Max does not travel home with me. Max does not do well in his carrier for extended periods, and he would also, well, destroy my family home. Within minutes, he’d take down the tree and morph into Maxzilla and terrorize my Mom’s porcelain Christmas village. We’d get banished to the barn, toot suite.
I decided to change things up a bit today and talk about me, me, me. After all, if you’re reading this, you wanna know more about the person behind the blog, right? I thought so. I wasn’t initially sure the best way to do this without coming across like some vapid reality star, so after some deep thinking (aka talking with my cat, Max), I decided to let Max interview me. He was happy to play along, since he felt it was a bit rude that he wasn’t a part of A Mindful Migration and wanted to introduce himself to y’all anyway. Being the indulgent Cat Mama that I am, I agreed.
There once was a time when a DIY holiday gift was somewhat unpopular and undesirable. People looked upon them with disregard, considering them to be the fruitcake of gifts. The kind few wanted to unwrap Christmas morning. Oh, how times have changed. DIY holiday gifts are no longer banished and forgotten, but coveted and showcased. Done right, they can become some of your most well-received gifts without breaking your piggy bank.
Tis the season for Christmas carols, mistletoe and repeated viewings of Elf. What can I say — a bowl full of spaghetti and maple syrup sounds delicious! Or not. I like my spaghetti and maple syrup separate from one another, as most people, who are not elves or Will Ferrell, likely do. Two things that I do know belong together, even if they seem quite opposite at first blush, are fabulous and frugal. Yes Virginia, hosting a wildly fabulous and frugal holiday party is possible with a little ingenuity and planning.
Living in LA, you see both extremes of affluence and poverty. I can stand at a stoplight and watch a Rolls Royce Phantom glide by while being approached by a homeless person, asking if I can spare a dollar. It serves as a constant reminder how fortunate I am, which is why I incorporate daily gratitude exercises into my life so I never forget. When things go wrong, my natural inclination isn’t to jump to gratitude and to give thanks for all the things going right in my life. My first thought is what did I do wrong and why it’s all my fault. It’s probably a bit narcissistic to think everything is about me. 🙂 All jokes aside, it’s why developing and maintaining a gratitude mindset is important to me.