My family is pretty okay. My parents are still married, they like each other, my brother and I get along very well (not when we were growing up, but hey someone had to teach him fighting skills) and his kids are well behaved and cool to hang out with. Still I did not look forward spending time with them on Christmas Day. The few fights we had as a family, they all happened on Christmas. I think it is because we all cannot stand the pressure. On this day everything seems to have to be perfect. The dinner, the atmosphere, how you dress, how you behave.. and we can't do this, although we would like to.
A friend told me weeks ago that he was going to work in Gent, Belgium, on Christmas Day. In a food truck, making and selling noodle soup at the large Christmas market the city has each year. I asked him if he needed help. Yes, he did. I told my parents I was going to go to Gent, to help my friend make and sell his noodles. My parents said they didn't mind me being away on Christmas and so my friend and I left for Belgium.
I worked my ass off. We started at noon and didn't finish until 11 PM. Everybody wanted our noodles. I ate them myself and they tasted really good. Indonesian food to me is very comforting and tasteful. We sold about twenty cups of soup per hour. Everybody was in a good mood, people wore Christmas hats, they drank Glühwein, there was music, a live choir, a skating rink, and lots of food. The weather was cold but that's how it is supposed to be on Christmas.
My friend complained about pain in his back and his legs. I had nothing to complain about. I wore my Nike Air Max (I think I could run a marathon on them) and during the day I watched my back and sometimes I stretched my arms, shoulders, neck and back. This helped. Yoga helps. Even if I have ten people waiting in line to place an order and if I have to work under pressure, yoga helps me to focus, to breath and to stay concentrated. It helps me to see the beauty in people. And it helps my body to stay strong and flexible. Yoga hurray!