Yet this time, I chose to embrace the unknown. I chose to break free from the predictable cycle and venture into a holiday experience defined not by others, but by my own desires.

The idea of spending Christmas by the sea, with the soothing rhythm of waves crashing against the shore, was both frightening and exhilarating. It symbolized freedom, a chance to connect with myself in a way I hadn’t done in years.

Despite the initial guilt of leaving my family to fend for themselves this Christmas, I knew deep down it was necessary.

Necessary for them to realize that I wasn’t an endless resource, and necessary for me to prioritize my own well-being. I wanted my children to experience the responsibilities I shouldered every year, to appreciate the effort that went into making each Christmas magical.