Leaving Cert year is bad for the soul but Christmas is bringing back the magic

This past term has felt like a bit of a paradox. I can’t believe how simultaneously fast and slow it’s been. I also can’t believe the levels of stress I have experienced these past few weeks. The lead up to Christmas has been rocky.
I was looking forward to Christmas quite a lot this year, more so than I have done for a while. I found myself romanticising December just like I would have done ten whole years ago (I feel awfully old saying that). Maybe it was the stress, but escapism has come back into my life in a big way. I have once again assumed my role as the super hero in my spare thoughts.