It occurred to me today that being homebound is advantageous in one respect. The fact that I can no longer attend Christmas parties, family get-togethers, and plays or go shopping among decorations, loud music, and bright red and green lights means that there are fewer distractions. As a result, the true miracle of Christmas is clearer in my mind than it was when I was “having Christmas” as I used to call it.
It should have been a simple task. Mopping the kitchen floor after months of neglect due to illness did not seem to be a major task once I had enough energy to notice the filth. I felt good and didn’t have a problem finishing the job. It was refreshing to have a clean floor in one small space of the house and satisfying to finally accomplish something more than my own self-care. Little did I know the enormity of time that would be required to recover from this seemingly straightforward task.