If there's anything close to the feeling you get from being surrounded by loved ones around the holidays, it's the feeling you get from cozying up with hot coco and a blanket while watching classic Christmas movies. Far too often we get caught up in all of the hustle and bustle and don't allow ourselves the time to relax and enjoy the films we grew up loving. Here's a list of 15 of the best Christmas movies in case you forgot. Don't worry, you can even put them on while wrapping or baking!
Nowadays, we put so much emphasis on our looks. We focus so much on the outside that we forget to really focus on what matters. I was inspired by a list that I found online of "Things I Would Rather Be Called Instead Of Pretty," so I made my own version. Here is a list of things that I would rather be than "pretty."
I want one glance at me to completely steal your breath away.
I want people to feel drawn to me. I want something to be different about me that people recognize at first glance.
I want to be real. Vulnerable. Completely, genuinely myself.
..and I want you addicted.
I want to recognize my abilities, but not be boastful or proud.
I want to stand out.
I want to pride myself on sticking out the storm.
I want you to be hanging on every word I say.
I want to be able to feel your pain, so that I can help you heal.
I want to be the life of the party.
I want to be crazy. Thrilling. Unpredictable. I want to keep you guessing, keep your heart pounding, and your blood rushing.
I want to give.
I want to ask the tough questions that get you thinking about the purpose of our beating hearts.
When my name is spoken, I want my tenderness to come to mind.
I want my passion to ooze out of me.
I want to be quick. Witty. Always on my toes.
I want to always be thinking of others.
...and I want people to know what my passions are.
I want to be a woman who draws people in.
Simply put, I want to be pleasant and kind.
Even if you've known me your whole life, I want strange, yet marvelous. Rare and wondrous.
From the way I move to the way I speak, I want to be poetic.
Do not mistake this. I do not want to be misunderstood. But rather I'd like to keep my circle small and close. I don't want to be an average, everyday person.
I don't want anyone to ever question whether I am being genuine or telling the truth.
..about my own life. I never want to settle for good enough. Instead I always want to seek to make a positive change.
I want to take all of life in.
I want to be honestly in good spirits at all times.
Sure, I want to be a little old school in this sense.
I want to give you the same feeling that you get in paradise.
And I never want to stop searching for answers.
My toes submerge into cloud white powder that lines the seashore. The holy ground beckons me to remove my shoes, be mindful of where you tread. It cushions every step. The sand thickens and turns from fluffy powder to a finely packed mat, smooth and chilled. I approach the gentle whooshing waves, and the sand is like ice. One foot in the water and I jump from its coolness. It's cold, but I like it. The second step is not so bad. The clear water curls around my toes and pushes forward then trickles back in a steady motion.
I am not the only one entranced by the steady sound, the gentle swooshing. A little girl plays in the waves, squatting in the water, oblivious to its frigid temperatures as she fills her sand bucket. Her mother stands nearby, calf-deep in the water, phone to her ear, raving to a friend or family member about how wonderful the beach is. Behind me, a man lies on the beach doing nothing but listening to the sound and basking in the late afternoon light.
Puffy clouds line the horizon where the sun is headed. It shines brightly just above them illuminating the water with a trail of light. I can't help but think; I belong here. A fling of sandpipers zip past, diving and circling in rapid syncopated motion. When facing one way they are nearly invisible, their dark browns blend in with water and sky, but when as a group they turn, all their white feathers catch the sunlight at once in a brilliant flash of light. Their angled wings are perfect for maneuvering fast, confusing anything that would try to catch them.
When they have found the opportune, undisturbed spot, they land in one crowd, dozens of tiny birds. Together, they scurry about on twig legs and stab their knife beaks into the sand with precision. They move with the waves, retreating with a rush of scurrying feet whenever the wave approaches, then they immediately return as the water pulls back again, catching as many little creatures as they can before running back again.
Royal Terns casually stand on the water's edge, not nearly as skittish as the little sandpipers. They don't run as I approach them. They look to the water and groom their fluffy feathers, warming themselves in the sun. Bright orange long beaks and black ruffled heads, they stand regally on the sand.
Sometimes I'm too busy, taking pictures, walking, and thinking, that I forget to stop and take in the beauty. Sometimes I get caught up in life and forget I live ten minutes from the beach. Like the birds and the people, I want to stand on the shore and take in the sounds of the waves, their lulling motion, and the suns inviting rays. I want to stay there and get lost in it until I forget everything else. Because enjoying the sand, the waves, and the sun is all that truly matters. So, remind me to never take the beach for granted.