A couple years ago I started making my own Christmas presents, and it's been a lot of fun. Every year I make my gift list, usually 20 or so people, and then I design a project of some sort. Usually it's been an art project that I personalize in some way for everyone on the list. This year I wrote a book, and wrote everyone a letter on the front cover. I also made my own wrapping paper out of white paint and magazine paper, which may have been my favorite part of the whole project.
My Grandma and Grandpa Rivard were on my list and at first I was really excited to give it to them. Then, my lizard brain kicked in and I started to panic. I started worrying about the last line of the book - can I really give my grandparents a book with a curse word in it? I voiced my concern to my dad and my little sister, though, and they assured me it would be fine.
When I gave the book to my grandpa - it was magic. It's one of my best memories of him. He stood there and read the whole thing, cover to cover, out loud. It was amazing, he read the whole thing, chuckling all the way through, pointing out all the things he loved.
And I almost missed out on it.
We really can't remind ourselves enough.
Ignore the lizard brain. It does not have our best interests at heart.
Fight the Resistance.