Okay, confession time. Which is there more of in your holiday plans: obligation, or true pleasure? Excited anticipation, or dread? Are you going to visit the family because you feel guilty/shamed/lost/fear being written out of the will...if you don't go, or because it actually brings you joy?
For those of you under the obligation umbrella, what would happen if you didn't do what you're "supposed" to do? Didn't make nice; didn't put up with; didn't appease or play a role?
For those of you who experience family bliss, tell me why you think it works. Why do you look forward to it so?
I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.