A Slow, Gentle Christmas

This Christmas looked different than many before it — and for the first time in a long while, that difference felt good.

I spent the morning at home with my dog, wrapped in quiet. No rushing. No pressure. Just a slow start to the day, coffee in hand, and a wagging tail nearby. We lingered longer than usual, letting the morning unfold instead of trying to control it.

In past years, Christmas often came with anxiety. Wrapping gifts for someone who rarely showed appreciation. Cooking big meals out of obligation. Feeling exhausted before the day even began. I didn’t realize how heavy all of that had been until it was gone.

This year, there were no expectations placed on me. No performance required. No overextending myself to make the day “perfect” for someone else. It was just peaceful — and that peace felt like a gift in itself.

I wasn’t alone for the holiday entirely. I spent time with my family on Saturday, sharing laughs, food, and familiar traditions. And that made this Christmas feel balanced — connected, but still deeply my own.

This morning reminded me that holidays don’t have to be loud or busy to be meaningful. Sometimes the most healing moments come from slowing down, simplifying, and choosing what actually feels good.

This Christmas, I chose calm. And that choice made all the difference.

Before you go:
What did this holiday season look like for you — busy, quiet, or somewhere in between?

Until the next chapter—may your coffee be strong and your heart stay open, and you always lead with kindness
— Jen