I was knee deep into writing a book. The doorbell rang so I ran down the stairs to answer the door. And then I saw the neighbors carrying Easter baskets.
And for that brief moment I had to ask myself... What time of year is it?
For that brief moment my eyes laid upon the Easter baskets the date slipped by, the fact that Thanksgiving was around the corner was gone, the fact I was listening to Christmas music on the radio while I was out was gone... Those Easter baskets made me question everything.
It wasn't just the Easter basket. There was the grass, the eggs. EASTER STUFF!!
And my brain checked out. I barely even invited the person inside. My mind was EASTER.
My husband came home, it was his friend. I ran upstairs and checked my phone. Okay, November 22. It has been November 22 the whole day. I knew the date. My wedding anniversary was yesterday. Was so happy yesterday.
But that Easter stuff made me question everything. Made me question reality.
Although we know how things work now a days. Christmas stuff is already out. People have their trees up. Christmas Christmas Christmas. Even though Thanksgiving is around the corner.
Can we please take it one holiday at a time?