Saying this in case anyone else feels it and thinks it’s just them:
I hate December.
There is SO much expectation put on you either by others or by yourself (!) about what you should do and how you should be happy and excited by it all.
I’m exhausted after the long few months since summer where my northern-hemisphere world gets dark. I need a holiday. But my todo list just explodes.
I don’t use the word hate much. It’s a strong word. But I hate December.
And if you do too, you’re not alone.