You know, it doesn't even matter. I've done my work on me and I will continue to despite what any reader says. The truth is that in a little more than a week, I will have a house full of people celebrating Thanksgiving. I will have my 2 adult children arranging their schedules to not only celebrate the holiday at home, but to come over days early to help me cook, bake and clean by their own choice. I have prepared my menu and started grocery shopping.
I have plans for black Friday Christmas shopping, decorating the house that weekend for Christmas, pull out "Fiddle"...our friendly elf on a shelf who keeps my son's behavior at bay before Santa comes, and I have an appointment for Christmas portraits of the kids (yes, even the 30 year old!) that same weekend. I will squeeze in some work for my job, because I am needed there and I take pride in that as well. I really do have a damn good life.
Also, I know that my POI will be sitting home over the holidays hoping that the 2 entitled kids he raised will remember to call on the holiday. He'll be heating a frozen lasagna and drinking (more than a few) beers and maybe watching a football game or some other sport alone. It's sad. But I know this to be true. He could have been with us, but that was his choice. He's waiting for his life to fix itself. Or waiting for God to fix it for him. I'm not waiting anymore for life to happen to me. It's just too damn short.