Here’s something to keep in mind as the holidays unfold: if you drink alcohol when you’re stressed, you may be flipping a brain switch that makes heavier drinking all the more likely. That’s the finding of a new animal study on the neural effects of drinking, and stressed humans should take note of the results. A group of rats were put under heavy stress for an hour, and 15 hours later their blood was tested to find out how much of a sugar-water and ethanol solution they’d been drinking (rodent version of a stiff cocktail served at an open bar). The researchers found that the stressed rats drank significantly more of the solution than an unstressed control group. And here’s the really interesting part: the booze slurping went on for weeks after the original exposure to stress.
Source: Why Drinking When You’re Stressed is Risky Business | Psychology Today
The Power of YouTube
Imagine a place where people go to actually watch ads and where marketers can take all the time they want to unfold a story. That magical place is called YouTube and UPS shows us how it’s done:
If you can count on anything during the holidays, it’s advertisements that take aim at your heart — and this one hits the bullseye.
The spot from UPS highlights the bond between a 4-year-old boy named Carson and UPS driver Ernest Lagasca, who Carson calls “Mr. Ernie.”
“When Carson was born he couldn’t drink milk or anything with a milk protein in it, so they sent formula,” the boy’s mom, Karen Kight, told KRDO. “Mr. Ernie would deliver quite a few times to our house.”
Carson loves Mr. Ernie and his truck so much that he has a UPS uniform of his own and dreams of being a UPS driver. And when Mr. Ernie comes to the door in the ad, Carson practically leaps into his arms.
“I could come here three times in week and I’d get the same reaction every single time, all that excitement,” Lagasca says in the spot.
But in the commercial, Lagasca isn’t bringing an ordinary package. As part of the UPS Your Wishes Delivered campaign, he’s delivering a child-sized UPS truck to help make Carson’s dream come true.
“When I drove up, that moment was just amazing,” Lagasca told Fox21 News.
Armed with a crayon map, Carson proceeds to drive around the neighborhood, delivering boxes of cookies and such.
Source: UPS Makes A Little Boy’s Wish Come True In Heartwarming Holiday Ad
Not Feeling So Jolly This Holiday Season? You’re Not Alone
One of the problems that I have with this season, to be blunt, is the pressure that it puts on many people to pretend like they woke up with holly between their ears. Sometimes life is hard, for all of us – but for those of us who happen to be suffering during the month of December, there seems to be a manic pressure to pretend like it’s not happening.
Meanwhile, to suffer while the world bellows “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” usually only makes a person feel worse (more alienated, and more discordant with one’s surroundings), so there’s a one-two punch: The festiveness of the holidays makes us feel ironically sadder than we already do, and now we’re feeling pressured to pretend like it’s not happening. It’s all so unfortunate and unnecessary.
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I’m not a Christmas person.
Amen. I love this quote; “But the holiday is so wrapped with expectations that I am no longer a Christmas person. Expectations of delight, expectations of surprise, expectations that the perfect gift will elicit as much wonder in the recipient as it did in the mind of the maker/shopper/wrapper. Expectations that this year, everything will be different.”
I’m not a Christmas person.
It’s not that I’m anti-Christmas. And I’ve participated in my share of Christmas programs, pageants, and presents. I have. I have read and written scripts, shopped early and late, laughed and cried, eaten and served.
But the holiday is so wrapped with expectations that I am no longer a Christmas person. Expectations of delight, expectations of surprise, expectations that the perfect gift will elicit as much wonder in the recipient as it did in the mind of the maker/shopper/wrapper. Expectations that this year, everything will be different.
I wish I had no idea what I mean. I wish I didn’t live in a world of broken marriages and broken hearts. I wish I didn’t live in a world where the toy that looked amazing on television is actually a balloon, a world where the actors laughing around the Christmas table actually knew each other. I…
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Let’s Start a Chain of Holiday Season Kindness…
Waylon Lewis, founder of The Elephant Journal writes:
“Generosity isn’t money. It’s kindness. It’s letting go—and getting back.”
When I was a boy…a long time ago, now, it seems—for these days I’m lost in the busy-ness and joys of my enveloping daily life—when I was a boy, I remember smiling. All the time. I’m sure I had rough days, and sad days, and mad days. But my mom and I had a simple, good, fulfilling life. We were poor—she worked one or two or three jobs, we didn’t have a TV, we didn’t eat the fancy expensive fast cheap food everyone else did, we didn’t have a car, and we lost our house because she couldn’t meet the dreaded, little-understood “Balloon Payment”—but we loved life. There’s a ton of stuff you can do for free, you know? Museums, hikes, planetarium, church (in our case Buddhist programs), movies at the library, reading…and we did it all, together.
One wintertime, we were so broke my mom didn’t have money for Christmas presents. For any kind of Christmas present. I’m not sure how much I cared, then—but I do remember feeling how sad she was about it. That winter we lived on a lot of popcorn and rice. Cheap.
Fast forward 30 years, and I’m finally doing well for myself, and even able to begin to pay back my endless debt to my mother, by helping her out a bit. I’m proud and happy about that. Last winter, locally, I organized a bunch of gift certificates from local generous restaurants (the Kitchen, Shine, and elephant sponsored a few) and we gave meals to single moms and their families. Dads, too, though no one applied. This year, I hope to do the same again.
The point is, I thought you might want to do so, too. All I did was put an announcement out on my Facebook wall, and you can do this too–just say “Hey, if you and your family (or if you know of a family) is a bit hard up, and would love a gift certificate to a restaurant, honor system, private message me.” And then email or call or pop by a restaurant or two and ask for a gift certificate, again on the honor system (it helps to ask restaurants where you’re known). Then, connect the dots.
Because the Holidays aren’t about plastic toys made in unsafe working conditions! They’re about generosity, and coziness, and slowing down, and appreciate this precious, human birth.
Let’s start an unbroken chain of Holiday season kindness!
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Endless possibilities…
My wife and sons have departed to visit family for the holidays and leaving me with five glorious days alone in the house. The question is how to best spend this treasure. Five empty days without interruption. To some people that might sound like a nightmare but to a father of six boys with three teenagers an eight-year-old currently at home it sounds like heaven. The question is and how to best spend? The possibilities are truly endless! One possibility? Buy a case of beer and load up on sausage and cheese and make it my objective to watch all five seasons of Castle back to back while never changing out of my boxers. Somehow I feel as if I have a higher calling and that this time could be better invested. What if I used the time to actually read the books on my Kindle that I thought I couldn’t live without? What if I use the time to actually do the exercises I gloss over in those self-help books I’ve purchased? What if I ate nothing but good food? What if I use the time to reduce or eliminate coffee from my morning? See what I mean? The possibilities are truly unless but the choices that I make will tell me more about who I really am than anything that I’ve ever written here…
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Let Your Presence Be the Present
This holiday season, let your presence be the present.
When you are living in the moment and present with those around you, you are a gift to all those you come into contact.
It is easy to get caught up in the holiday frenzy and experience stress. Sometimes, we catch ourselves thinking, “When I finish the following items on my to-do list, then I will able to relax and enjoy the holiday.” But we’ve come to learn this is a false belief—the only real time is now. We see this particularly in the eyes of our children, who naturally live in the moment and, therefore, don’t understand having to put up with unpleasant means just to get to an end. Justifying our frazzled, harried states as necessary to eventually achieve the perfect peaceful holiday is a flawed idea. On a practical level, the “end” or that “perfect” peaceful day doesn’t really exist, at least not in an external reality. No matter how much we prepare, there will always be something to think about, more to do, or, often, an unexpected glitch. It’s important to recognize what matters is the present moment. Our sense of peace comes from within. How we experience the means or the process is our life and, therefore, is our holiday.
We each have the opportunity to be in the holiday spirit in every moment, whether we’re wrapping presents, sitting around the tree with family, in line at the grocery, or driving in holiday traffic—it is all the same. We may practice peace, celebrate, and enjoy the miracle in each of these ordinary moments rather than sacrifice or be stressed out in hopes of some future return.
How we are with ourselves and others leading up to the holiday celebrations is as important, if not more than, the perfect gift, precisely wrapped presents, the ideal meal, etc.
You are the holiday greeting, the message, and the gift, so be peaceful, joyful, and loving.
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A mere mortal…
My passion [as I have expressed many times on this blog] is to find and share the best thoughts I can. In business, I teach others to do the same. For those of you who don’t know, I do this work out of 100-year-old farmhouse in rural Wisconsin. My only connection to the Internet is a Sprint cellular modem. This means that I’ve had to become pretty efficient. Over the years as to how I use the limited bandwidth I have…
Our Internet connection at the best of times is barely fast enough to deliver low-quality streaming movies via Netflix or Amazon [if we shut off all the other Internet devices in the house]. Yesterday, we sat down to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” and the Internet connection was even worse than usual. After checking all the usual problems, I called Sprint and discovered that the tower on the south side of Algoma was out of order reducing our internet speeds to dialup levels! The horror of it all — I have been reduced to mere mortal status without a reliable Internet connection…
I’m taking this as a sign from him the Uni-verse that I should get off the Internet and focus on family so with that, I sign off wishing you and all the people who matter to you a happy and healthy holiday filled with all the things that matter most to you!
A contrarian holiday experience!
I love this time of year. I really do. Why? Well – it’s a great time to connect with family and friends in a less than hurried way. But I have to be honest – I enjoy this time of year for a much different reason.
This is a GREAT time of year to get creative. I love this time of year because there is less of a pull from others on my time, so I can really focus and get creative. Every year I have a “holiday project” that I do – it’s some form of creative expression that I’ve been putting off for some time. The creation process usually starts mid-December and then goes through mid-January.
This year my holiday project is finishing my Hay House book. It’s exciting. I’m about half done and have set aside a TON of time so that I can finish it before my 31st birthday on January 12th.
I love connecting with family and taking time away from work during the Holidays, but honestly I live my life like that most of the time. I live my life like it’s Christmas. I don’t wait until December 25th to give a gift. If I see something that I think someone else will like, I get it for them in the moment. I’ve never liked waiting around for Christmas or only being “kind” or connecting with my friends and family during this time of the year.
I share this because it really resonates with me. Like Mastin, I love the week between Christmas and New Years because some of the demands of being a freelancer fade away and I can focus on myself and course corrections I want to make in my life and business. My wife and children go away to visit family and I’ll have 5 glorious days without another person in the house [it’s not evil — I have 3 teenage boys and an 8 year old at home]. For me it means maybe redesigning my OWN website for a change or reading some of those books I have squirreled away on my Kindle…
5 Ways to Keep Cool Around Your Family During Family Holidays
‘Tis the season to spend time with family members—young, old, perfectly sane, or completely crazy. Personally, I continue to contemplate whether gypsies left me on the doorstep of the house I grew up in.
Needless to say, family gatherings are not my favorite activity.But let’s face it, we all have to do it at some point.Here are my top five 5 for staying chill throughout your next family fest:1. You can’t change your family. You can only change your response to them.I think no matter how crazy our family may be, the holidays seem to program us with a glimmer of hope that they can become the Cleavers, if only we do all the right things. In reality, we can’t fix or change people in our lives unless they want to change. So it pays to be realistic, and here’s a way to do that.Before you embark on your holiday gathering, get yourself in a really calm and grounded place (meditate, do yoga). Enter your family event like you’re about to go see a movie. Sit back and watch the crazy that may ensue, and try not to get wrapped up in it.Easier said than done, I know, but over time, with practice, like anything else, it will get easier.2. Use imagery: Put on your rubber suit over that holiday dress.If imagery resonates with you, imagine putting on a rubber suit over your holiday garb. When family members make comments that are inappropriate and/or hurtful (e.g, when your mother tells your boyfriend not to listen to anything you say about her—sad-but-true story), envision those lovely comments bouncing off you, again and again and again, and flying right out the window.3. Be thankful: Without your family you wouldn’t be you.This is another mantra that took me years to come to terms with but was very empowering once I got there. If it were not for the dysfunctional environment I grew up in, I would not be who I am today.We have this amazing opportunity as adults to go beyond the house we were raised in. We can form more functional relationships and become more emotionally equipped and insightful people—and we can do this partly because our family challenges strengthened us. There is a lot of power in that, so if your family gets you down, meditate on that for awhile.4. After family festivities, process your emotions.After family events, I used to find myself immersed in Hershey kiss food-fests and then realize I wasn’t processing my emotions. For me, it was sad to go home to a father who would ramble on about baseball without asking once what was going in my life.As we evolve and grow, our family environment can become even more disturbing and just plain sad. So post family fest, acknowledge your emotions, process them (cry, write, talk to a caring friend) and move on.5. Go against society conventions. Spend the holidays with your friends!I am a big fan of self-preservation. If your family drives you absolutely crazy, why go home? For me, my friends have become my adopted family and I take pleasure in spending most of my holidays with them.I hope this will help you deal with the holidays, and I’d love to hear what has worked for you!!Photo Credit: Shutterstock.com
Published December 22, 2012 at 10:24 AMAbout Stacy SlawitskyStacy Slawitsky turned to yoga and mindfulness as a means to relieve the stress of a demanding job at a Big 4 Accounting Firm. Her passion to share the benefits of these practices with others led her to start ZenConnect. She conducts stress management programs for companies throughout the Boston area.
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Quitting Christmas
Hannah Brencher writes:
At 3:07 p.m. on a Monday afternoon, while sighing restlessly alongside other anxious Target customers, I quit Christmas.
I realized I had ruined Christmas. Straight messed it up. Mangled it. Done it a disservice. Boxed it and botched it in a way I never thought possible.
And so there, with my hands full of snowman-decrepit cards that prove to be the only thing left when you shop the week before and a slew of sweaters I never actually needed, I placed my basket on the floor, and I walked out of the store. I quit Christmas on the spot.
(This is the point in the post where I apologize profusely to Target store employees for being “that” girl and overdramatizing my quitting of Christmas to the point of leaving stale merchandise in the middle of the floor for y’all to pick up. I am sorry. Very sorry. It was necessary for the completion of this blog post, though.)
The last few days have carried a melody of heartbreak that I never knew existed.
The Newtown tragedy is just thirty miles away. Hands I’ve once touched entangled in the devastation of an atrocious shooting. Twenty children pulled out from this earth before they ever learned the fine art of tying shoes and spelling bees. Our worry heightened. Our safety shattered. Our conversations inflated with gun laws and mental health, and someone always trying to edge out the last word on Facebook, when we all might need to hush and stay silent for a while.
The tragedy huddled us closer. The closeness of holidays made our hearts a bit weaker. Because lights are hung. And stockings won’t be filled. And Tonka trucks and toy dolls will stay in the closet or be returned to the stores instead of being wrapped and tucked beneath an evergreen. It’s too much of an image to handle. It is a watercolor of the mind that will break you on the spot if you think too long of it.
But why now and why this season did we think that it was time to hold one another closer? And send cards in the mail. And hang ivy. And sing songs. And understand this mythical “reason for the season” that becomes all too cluttered by our shopping experiences and to-do lists that grow longer as the holidays grow near. And, why now do we shower the children with love and toys. And we scour the world for that perfect way to say “I love you” with a diamond or pearls. And we finally take a little time off. And we breathe for five minutes before we start furiously plotting a newer year.
Why now? Wasn’t this the forgotten purpose of our yesterday? Wasn’t this the reason for even being here in the first place?
Lately, I think if Christmas had legs, it would walk right out the door. It wouldn’t come back.
I think if Christmas had fingers, it would head to AT&T, buy a phone, and create a Facebook account. It would pounce up, screaming in ALL CAPS on the endless statuses of people complaining or forgetting their children to voice their latest of opinions and say, “Get off the dang phone and just go clutch someone, would ya?”
We are in desperate need of clutching. Of holding one another closer in a way that was fiercer than yesterday. Of facing one another to admit how broken we are. And admit how we screwed up yesterday, but, as long as Tomorrow comes to visit in her bright red cape, we should start over. We should be closer. We should not worry so much about our image or our status or our need to always be right and just unplug long enough to see the need in one another’s eyes. It’s there. It’s living. It’s bright. And it stitches every carol with a feeling of falsity. Because our troubles won’t be miles away. And we have to just face that. We have to just work with that. And, whether we think it or not, we are strong enough to overcome that and make it through the troubles.
It is not a season to be merry and bright so much as it is a season to finally admit to someone else, “Look, I need you. I need you on every one of my calendar days. And I love you. And I should not have waited for the stores to don red and green just to write that in a card to you. And I’m scared. Really. Petrified. Really. Because our world seems pretty broken. And I realize I cannot fix that. But I want to do better for you. Is that ok with you? I. Want. To. Do. Better. In. Loving. You.”
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‘Tis the season to spend time with family members—young, old, perfectly sane, or completely crazy. Personally, I continue to contemplate whether gypsies left me on the doorstep of the house I grew up in. 



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