If joy and merriment are free, why am I feeling so broke and borderline psychotic?
Today, Ridiculous hits The Billfold once again:
Back in early October when we began to be inundated with Christmas décor filling the shelves of retailers big and small, I laughed at the absurdity. Halloween was still weeks away, to say nothing of Thanksgiving. With that in mind I made a pledge to myself: take it one holiday at a time. Zen and the Art of Holidays. But as the holidays came and went, “one holiday at a time” became a challenge, both for my wallet and my mental state.
In an effort to prevent myself from yet another year of going off the deep end, I’m getting proactive and appealing to the 2016 holiday me, the one who I hope is sane, happy and has money in the bank. God, she looks good. Read full article: A Letter to My Holiday Self One Year From Now here...
There is nothing so ridiculous as the holidays.
