Last December, I bought a faux white tree and a slew of neon green and hot pink decorations. I found strings of giant, glittery stars and hung them like curtains in every window. I’ve been a “traditional Christmas” lover for as long as I can remember - from chopping down a live tree to stringing actual popcorn - but in 2020, all bets were off. I needed to go rogue, to fight back against the lost traditions that year.
I called it my Palm Springs phase.
Making new memories is important, especially after something traumatic (say, a worldwide pandemic or a personal loss). We’re all dealing with a bit of that after the past two years.