What day is it?

Christmas greetings from a person experiencing sensory overload and all my projects for 2025

I’ve been quiet here over the Christmas break because, honestly, I didn’t want to clog up your inbox with yet another festive email. You know, the ones from your favourite shops, Netflix, and that wreath company you bought from once but forgot to unsubscribe — so now you’re haunted by their MEGA SALE reminders every 48 hours.

But I’m back! And like everyone else in this seasonal twilight zone, I keep asking myself, What day is it? These in-between days are a peculiar cocktail of cosiness, dread, overindulgence, and the sudden resolve not to indulge anymore. So, as I nibble on my 10,000th piece of leftover candy, let me share some reflections.

I’ve loved December, especially the pre-Christmas buzz. Everyone’s busy making their homes cosy and curating dreamy festive vibes, whether they’re celebrating solo or surrounded by family. But then Christmas Eve and Day hit—and, oof, Instagram. The flood of “OMG, my BF got me my dream gift!!!” and “Christmas miracles do come true!” posts? Yeah, they hit differently. Not in an envious way, but more like, Is this setting impossible expectations for what Christmas is supposed to be?