Every year, I panic about Christmas. I get so overwhelmed. I don’t have that much to do. But I'm a worrier.
I'm going to be honest with you. I don’t like Christmas. All my life, I thought I liked Christmas. I've finally admitted to myself I don’t. In fact, I’ve never liked Christmas—the hustle and the bustle and the scrambling. It's too intense for me.
I keep hoping that Christmas won't happen. Because I am a chronic procrastinator, and I hate shopping. If you see me at the shops, I'm sorry if I seem crazier than usual. Soon it will be over.
I'm trying to slow down and enjoy it.
Anyway, I have some great news.
My good friend Neil (who is from New York) is coming to New Zealand for Christmas and New Year’s. I'm so excited (and nervous) about his visit.
If you know me, I am a lazy, neurotic hermit. But since Neil and I have a lot in common, I think we'll have fun.