Also this 'year has arrived on time for Christmas, with its load of nostalgic intimacy, with its carousel of abundance, effusions, games, juggling, the prodigal sons and lost sheep. In the face of all this activity I've always felt like a shirt that falls in a well-made fabric, compact, manufactured based on the expert hands of a craftsman. Christmas for me has always had a powerful effect, enough to seek solace in the theories of psychological experts, the good ones. Those who tell you that Christmas as the birthday is a time when we unconsciously assess the situation of our lives. I'm neurotic and compulsive behaviors of Christmas, I always find a certain fear: fear of exclusion, fear of being alone that fateful night of December '24, the fear of being judged, afraid even to be loved, in ways we do not want, suffocate us, restricting us. Fear of having to be something other than the part that we have assigned ....
Why Christmas clearly knows the family and the family is always a mirror that reflects many things: that who we are, what we fail to be, what you do not want to be.
New this year is that for the first time, I can say with a smile sincere Merry Christmas!
So Merry Christmas to all of you who read me, commenting, and in some cases, you want me too well.
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