Alka-Selzer time?
Did you eat too much? Drink too much? Indulge in a little seasonal gluttony? Ah, the phenomenon of the morning after – best survived by the young; nonetheless an experience familiar to those who should know better.
The morning after
Some of us remember our partying days (and nights) in college, or possibly through our twenties: the nightmare of too little sleep, too much alcohol (or other substances), and the embarrassing moments of waking up to someone whose name you may or may not recall. Then there are those who live their excesses beyond the usual years of experimentation. It becomes a lifestyle, a chain of ups and downs that may develop into addictive behaviors, or addictions to a variety of substances.
Have you thought about it lately? Are you stuck on your three whiskeys after work? Has the fridge-and-pantry-binge become a daily ritual at a certain hour? Are their pills to sleep, pills to take the edge off, pills or caffeine to wake?
Dying to work
What about work? How many hours do you spend laboring each week? 60? 70? More? It’s one thing if you’re juggling two jobs or extra hours for financial necessity (yes, that is a judgment on my part), and a different story when you use work to obliterate something you don’t care to examine. Especially in a society where workaholism is the one “ism” garnering the proverbial Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval.
Nonetheless, in all excess that evolves into routine, we are no longer in control; we are being controlled. And we know it, in the guilt or fatigue of the morning after, in the murky, leaden hours as we prop ourselves up again for another day.
Let down
It’s the morning after Christmas, a holiday jammed with expectations, shopping, cooking, travel, wrapping, decorating, and the complexities of family dynamics. And the next day? Are you still pushing to clean up, to entertain, to make a mad dash to the stores for sales? Are you reaching for that Alka-Selzer or Excedrin?
Sometimes let down is nothingness, the natural aftermath following a significant event like a wedding or other big bash. We’re spent, physically and emotionally. The morning after is all about a void; we require a readjustment period.
Low-key
I’ve experienced my share of mornings after, of all sorts. But this year, the morning after Christmas isn’t one of them.
We’re living low-key holidays, a matter of circumstance and intention. We spent yesterday simply, with music, eating, and discussion. There were a few gifts, and we watched a film together in the evening. Something we haven’t done in years. And the day was overflowing with abundance – a feeling of emotional fullness.
Abundance versus excess
We all overdo occasionally – food, drink, partying. Some of us live a high speed lifestyle for years, burning the candle at both ends until the light goes out.
Sometimes excess serves a purpose. Its price teaches us the value of moderation, the need to stop. Sometimes, excess enables us to arrive, eventually, at equilibrium.
- Do you know the difference between excess and abundance?
- Do you recognize your own limits?
- Do you listen to your body the morning after?
In this household, this particular year? No Alka-Selzer on tap, no rush to shop the sales, no sink full of pots and pans. Only whatever the day brings as we wake, and teenagers begin their usual foraging for food, then their comings and goings. Yesterday was about abundance in its most essential form: we were together, we were ourselves, we were unscheduled. And the morning after enters, quietly.
© D A Wolf
Steve says
I am definitely feeling it today. I wouldn’t call it depression. I know better. But it has all the markers as such. I have been struggling all morning to be productive; a blog post, send out a resume, maybe go out to see a movie. Nothing seems to be getting done however. I have resigned myself to just letting the day go. I am now on the couch with blanket and corn bag watching dvd’s and reading blog posts. Sometimes you just have to give in and allow the pendulum swing the other way.
Kelly says
Since we decided a few years back to shift our focus during the holidays from “getting” to “having,” the morning after is always an extension of love and fullness. This year has been no different — lots of just being together and enjoying that we’re here, healthy, and happy. It makes me feel equal parts loved and old. 🙂
notasoccermom says
Loved this post. There is too much excess in the world these days.. too much commercialism in the gift giving. Too many ‘selection of the year’.
I believe that the ‘spirit’ is lost in too many households. Low key here, a little bit of overeating but other than that it has been absolutely wonderful.
Merry Christmas- Happy holidays and wishing you peace
Corinne says
We are (even still as hubby is putting the kids to bed) feeling the buzz of energy that carried over from yesterday for the kids… they were insane today, almost more so than yesterday. And we kept things minimal this year. There’s something about a holiday that charges the kids, I remember feeling it as a child, and now it’s amazing watching them.
So after they go to bed, we might indulge in a few glasses of wine, and hopefully not have a morning after experience thanks to that 😉
Natalie says
Yes, yes, no.
I want to cocoon in my own digs and walk around nekked, but still got family in town 🙂
Nicki says
The morning after Christmas was just another day here at my home. The kids slept in like teenagers and 20-somethings do. I got up, did laundry, sat and read both a book and some blogs. I went for a run but did not venture to any store.
I once had to explain the difference between excess and abundance to a group of church ladies. They were wonderful, caring people. They just did not understand that not everyone needed to live on 25 or 30 gifts for each person in the family under the tree. They live a lifestyle that is different than mine and they could not understand it.
Jane says
It hits me when I take the Christmas decorations down. And I wallow in it for days. It’s like the excess of the holidays takes a deep nose dive when the last decoration is tucked safely away.