One Day Isn’t Enough: Why Holidays Are Just Distractions in Disguise

We’ve been trained to press pause only when the calendar tells us to. Holidays are supposed to mean
something — remembrance, connection, gratitude, celebration. But if we’re honest, most of them have
become performative placeholders for things we should be doing every damn day.
You don’t need one day a year to tell someone you love them.

You don’t need a calendar to remind you to sit with your family and eat a good meal.
You don’t need a national shutdown to pretend like you care about the people who fought, lived,
and died for this country — especially when most people don’t even know what they’re actually
commemorating. (Looking at you, red-white-and-beer bros.)

And Saint Patrick’s Day? Let’s not even start. It’s not about green beer. It’s not about leprechauns.
It’s rooted in colonial violence, mass conversion, and erasure of culture — but now we just slap a
shamrock on it and call it a party.

Holidays have become emotional cheat codes. We use them to temporarily feel connected,
reflective, or generous — while ignoring that the rest of the year we’re exhausted, avoidant, and numb.
We don’t need more holidays. We need more humanity.

Love is daily.
Remembrance is ongoing.

Connection is built in real time — not scheduled between Amazon deals and BBQ smoke.
So no, I didn’t realize UPS was closed today. And no, I don’t celebrate most holidays. Because I’m already doing the work every day to live in integrity. If that makes me the odd one out, so be it.
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I’m not here to wait for the world to remember.
I’m here to make remembering part of how I live.