Ok, I confess…I watch the Hallmark channel during the Christmas season. I know it’s cheesy. Believe me, I do! But there’s something warm and magical about the movies they endlessly play, especially now.
You know that it’s a boy meets girl, they fall in love and most likely, live happily ever after after a few bumps in the road. There’s something easy about watching those shows, even though there’s something annoying as hell about them too. The same actors is one, the sometimes bad acting is another, but the hope that you may find someone by bumping into them synchronistically keeps the fantasy of finding someone special alive in me. I’ve told you before, I’m a hopeful romantic. But I’ve seen behind the curtain and witnessed the great wizard, so I am also based in reality.
I think it’s the simple romance that keeps me watching them. Not that I constantly watch them because sometimes, it’s just too contrived, even for me. But like last night, the kid and I had dinner and then he left to be with his Dad for the weekend. It was quiet in the house and I just needed something to keep my mind off of the unplanned lone weekend ahead.
The Mistletoe Promise came on which is a repeat from last year’s line up. Oh gosh, I knew it was a repeat because I’ve seen it before, how pathetic is that! But I sat and watched it anyway. Because it’s a nice story. A little contrived and goofy, but still. It’s nice how 2 strangers can work for a common goal and actually heal each other’s wounds and find love all while experiencing Christmas.
You see, I love Christmas. Even after all the crap I’ve dealt with, I still believe in the magic of Christmas. This will be my first official divorced Christmas that I have been dreading, but instead, I’m changing my tune. I’ve accepted a few invites which normally I would have shied away from, being a plus one only. But if I don’t get out there and enjoy the holiday season, then it’s my fault, especially when the invites have been extended. Being that my only other option is to sit home and watch Hallmark while nibbling on smart pop popcorn (which isn’t helping my waistline), I’m trying to move out of my comfort zone. And it’s hard.
But I keep thinking of my friends who have never been married and are usually the plus one, who move through the social season with the grace of gazelles. I can do this. I know I can. I just have to psyche myself up for it. But it’s hard. Maybe you understand and maybe you don’t.
But if you’ve got any advice, I’m all ears so please share.