Always remember The Lesson of the McNuggets as we go into our New Years celebrations/new year of our lives…
It was last year, I was late for a holiday party, and found myself without my designated potluck item.
I had all my excuses lined up. We’ve all been there. There never seems to be enough time, money or energy to be the Fantasy Holiday Version of Ourselves. Unstained red party dresses, holiday gatherings with tables full of festive offerings, wonderfully wrapped presents that perfectly embody our feelings for whomever is lucky enough to receive them.
I was in the cusp of a spiral when I saw it. A McDonalds. Fuck it.
“50 Chicken McNuggets, please.” “15?” “No 50. And throw in some fries.” I mean, when in Rome.
The guy gave me bag after bag of more Chicken McNuggets than I’d ever seen. And? A smorgasbord of every dipping sauce they offer. Like EVERY DIPPING SAUCE.
Not knowing how they’d go over, I walked into the party with my bags of McDonalds a bit deflated.
And EVERYONE WENT NUTS.
It was the hit of the party. So much so that, for this year’s installment of that same holiday party, there were requests to bring ’em back.
All this to say…
For so long, I’d defined The Fantasy Holiday Version of Myself as something I could never be — some unholy Martha Stewart/Ina Garten/Gwyneth Paltrow blend — that every year I ended up feeling that if I could just strive harder or be a bit better I’d achieve it.
Maybe this is the holiday season I embrace being Real over being Perfect.
Was there a holiday moment this year where you realized that it’s okay to be real instead of perfect?