So it’s Thanksgiving week in the US. Already!
Time to get out the Sunday best, prep for the presents, parties, company cocktails, chaotic travel arrangements and family gatherings.
Some of us are lucky enough to be totally comfortable with all of that – to have supportive, warm friends and family who don’t rely entirely on gossip, ironic embroidered knitwear and gin to get them through the Holidays. (If you happen to be that someone can I crash the castle?)
Mostly I just want to look and feel my best, to have enough happy-go-lucky, devil may care attitude to spare: In the hopes that I’ll make it through to January without too much general and social anxiety, minus the always pleasant addition of ‘where did my year go and why do I suddenly feel the need to make impossible resolutions’ panic.