This holiday season, I’ve been thinking about how often we make ourselves feel bad for not feeling the way we think we’re supposed to. Times when you’re supposed to feel happy, but just don’t. Or others when you feel guilty for being happier than you think you should be. When that happens, we often end up making ourselves feel even worse, creating a vicious cycle. We would all enjoy ourselves more if we learned to shut out those expectations and let ourselves be.
For years after my mom died, I would catch myself feeling guilty if I was in a good mood. Especially if it was something she would have enjoyed, or something we had done together before. I would be enjoying it, and then all of a sudden, the thought of her would pop into my head, and I would feel bad for feeling good. Logically, I knew that’s not what she would have wanted, but it didn’t stop it from happening for a long time. I’m not sure I learned how to fix it so much as that feeling slowly faded over time.
Over the years, I’ve also caught myself feeling bad on special occasions like birthdays or holidays, simply because I put so much pressure on myself to enjoy them. I’d prepare for days or weeks beforehand, making sure all the elements were in place to live up to my expectations. But when the time came and I didn’t feel as happy as I thought I should, instead of relaxing and letting things be, I’d make myself feel even worse. Disappointment, guilt, and frustration would come crashing down, and instead of having a good, but not perfect time, I’d end up having a bad time and not enjoying it at all.
I only started to turn this around after I recognized that I needed to be more flexible and adaptable to what was happening and how I was feeling in the moment. Anticipation of joy can be just as fulfilling as the moment itself. But I had to learn how to balance expectations with reality, and not let everything fall apart when they don’t match.
It isn’t always easy. We build up scenarios in our minds, and when things miss, it’s natural to feel disappointment and loss. It’s something I’m still working on, and something I’m getting a lot of practice with as a parent. Just recently, I cooked one of my favorite meals, and when we sat down to eat, my daughter barely touched it. This time, instead of forcing her to eat or holding onto my disappointment, I was able to let it go.
I hope this holiday season, we’re able to put some of our expectations aside and meet the moment as it is, whatever that turns out to be. Maybe we won’t feel the way we think we should, and that’s okay. Let’s give ourselves permission to feel what we actually feel, and find some peace in that.










