This time of year has a tendency to present the perfect conditions for me to question everything about my life. It's not a great time for me to be alone, but it's when my instincts tell me to withdraw from having to be present anywhere where I have to put on a mask to hide what's going on inside.
I adapted. Thanksgiving isn't a Thursday holiday anymore. Now it's a Friday. Christmas happens several days later. Sometimes New Years eve is a day earlier or a day or two later, as well.