I woke up this morning, feeling like I needed a holiday from the holiday.

This past week and a half feels such a blur. It all kind of blends into one in my mind … a whirlwind of activity and family.

I think of something Guru said when I asked him about Christmas … his response was, “every day feels like a holiday to me.” Isn’t that such a Guruly statement?

Everyday a holiday.

I’ve been thinking on this. Of really treating each day as its own unique holiday. It’s so easy for me to get pulled into the ho-humness of same. Or seemingly same.

The routines, which I find comfort in, yet at times are too structured. Days just becoming a day.

I don’t want that. I want the joy and excitement of each day, the thankfulness of being here in this now. Funny how these simple things can be the hardest.