Christmas Time Is Here

Leaving On a Jet Plane

On the fifth day of Christmas Alyssa gave to me...

Three Things I learned this Christmas

1. Setting expectations; it's not just for bloggers anymore.

Two Tickets to Paradise

2. I LOVE George Bailey. It could be his height, his hair or his hats. Maybe it's his ethusiasm for travel and adventure. Mostly it's his enourmous capacity to love.



3. Dudley is my favorite Christmas Angel.

I Believe in Miracles

So This Is Christmas

Pioneer Square ~ December 7, 2011

I entered corporate America through a coordinator position in the Human Resources department of a call center. It was as cog-like as it sounds. Although, I did work with some really great people so it wasn’t all that bad. Shockingly, one of the treasures I took away from that season of my life, aside from some unbelievable stories, was a corporate practice: set and manage expectations. I’ve come to realize that most of my disappointments are from misguided personal expectations, not because of actual poor results.

When I think about it, improper expectations seem to be the story of a lot of lives. The serpent got to Eve through misguided expectations, “He won’t actually kill you…” and the whole Christmas situation is another incredible example.  Jesus’s arrival on the scene is NOT how scholars expected the salvation of the world to come. They expected a fearsome warrior, not a helpless baby born in a barn to some poor worker hailing from the backwater of Galilee.
 

Proper punctuation.
Improper expectation.

So I guess out of all the Christmas traditions, disappointment resulting from improperly set expectations is one of the more authentic. Everywhere I go I am inundated with messages about what my expectations for this season should be. I should feel like this really is the most wonderful time of the year.  I should resign myself to the fact that it just ain’t Christmas because I don’t have a one to love, however, should Christmas miraculously still occur, it will be blue.

Meanwhile back in the original Christmas story, the shepherds have left and the family is taking Jesus to the temple where they meet a man named Simeon. Now, Simeon, this is a man with properly set expectations. He was moving with the Holy Spirit and when this baby Jesus shows up he knows instantly that this is the one he has been waiting for; God’s promised salvation.

I kind of love that Simeon’s reaction was to immediately burst out in praise. In my head, this praise is a song and this song is a sweet little remix of a popular 33 BC classic.

Simeon had a super close relationship with God. In that relationship, God made a promise to Simeon. Because Simeon believed without misguided personal expectation he was able to recognize the promise when it arrived then rejoice in it. Properly managed expectations are a pretty marvelous thing.

Seasons Of Love

Christmas Bells Are Ringing

As far as Christmas movies go, RENT may be the most depressing. I love it. I’ve been thinking about this musical a good deal lately. Mostly because I find myself needing to measure how I spend my days.

I work from home and am only really accountable to myself, but, man, I can be a pretty brutal boss. Yesterday I was entering my time spent into the Excel spreadsheet I created for me to track me and began to beat myself up because I had spent a small amount of time writing. I discovered in my data entry that instead of writing, I spent my time in some really wonderful conversations with some really fabulous people. Sometimes over cups of coffee, often in laughter and always in love.

I have decided to measure my life in love.