I sit here on a lovely Yule morning, just a tad reflective. The winter holidays are one of my favorite times of year, and one of the few things that can make me still feel the excitement I used to as a child. There's something about colored lights lighting up the longest nights as we fight backt he darkness that just sort of makes me feel... good. There are lots of things from my childhood that no longer inspire deep nostalgia and joy, but the Holidays are not one of them. They still hit me with full joyous force.
Of course, as much as I love this time of year, it's nothing compared to how much my wife Crysta loves it.
Seriously, she's super into it.
Crysta seriously loves Christmas more than anyone I've ever met.
But as cookies get baked and presents get wrapped, I can't help but worry about other things. There's an uncommonly high level of stress right now on my professional life which is palpable. I don't talk about that stuff online - but trust me, it's not exactly been super happy fun land these last few months. Creatively I'm feeling rushed because I need to push updates to The Chronicles of Crosarth and UnCONventional out the door faster than I'd like. I need to make sure comics don't stop while I travel, but it reduces my work time significantly.
And, y'know, the travel itself is stressful.
But Monday night, weather permitting, we hit the road for my parent's house to spend Christmas with my family. And as we head into a packed house, I still can't help but feel excited.
Because at thirty-three, I still get that same feeling of anticipation going downstairs on Christmas morning.