Why I Finally Stopped Hosting Christmas After Years of Doing It Alone
When Christmas arrived, it looked different. There was no crowded table or overflowing kitchen. Instead, there was calm. I made a simple meal for myself, lit a candle, and allowed the day to unfold without pressure. As I reflected, I realized that the holiday had taught me something valuable—not about cooking or hosting, but about boundaries. Traditions should be built on mutual care, not silent obligation. Sometimes, stepping back isn’t selfish; it’s necessary. And sometimes, letting go of what’s expected makes space for something healthier, even if it’s quieter.
