This year marks a different Christmas for me. It’s the first time I won’t spend it with either mine or Jamon’s family, and it’s left me a little bit sad. Christmas with my family is all about the food. My mum spends weeks prepping sides, making mince pies, and planning our meal. There are staples every year, like her delicious green beans with lemon zest and slivered almonds, but we also play with new recipes each season as well. Two years ago we braised the lamb we bought from a local farmer that my stepdad affectionately named Sally. She was delicious.
It’s been quite the seasons for changes; new job, new town, new friends, newly single. At times it’s been incredible overwhelming and I’ve found myself acting in ways that are totally out of character. I’ve lost touch with some of the things that mean the most to me, like my health and partaking in far too much socializing. At times I’ve missed the security of SLC. I’ve missed my incredible network of girlfriends, my cozy apartment with Amy, the routine and support of a relationship. I’ve missed my connection with the kitchen and the community at SLC Crossfit. I’ve spent too much time dwelling on the things I’ve missed.
It’s time to start new traditions, with the new wonderful friends I’ve made in Jackson. True, some of them I’ve known for decades (I didn’t know that was possible, but apparently I’m old enough for that to happen now), and some I’ve know for three weeks. But the people I have in my life day to day are beautiful, compassionate, excited people. They love to play outside, to discover new things, eat delicious food, just live. This is a lesson I lost sight of in SLC, working from a desk day to day, that I want to be reminded to constantly in my new life.
Christmas this year is still a little up in the air, but one thing is for sure, I will be enjoying some delicious mince pies my mum posted to me, skiing with new friends, and smiling.