Sunday, December 31, 2017
But, that wasn't quite right and I quickly amended my statement.
That's better. That's more accurate.
grandmother lay dying and my brother-in-law (the brother I never had!) was down the street in the ICU slowly and uncertainly coming back to us I knew I had a lot to be grateful for, that my life is a good one, that I am blessed.
Even when the Good Earth Market was closing shop for the last time, I knew Matt and I have a good thing going for us.
I can feel the strain, stress, and trauma of this year resonating inside me to this day. It changed me. I'm still coming to terms with that, too. I just kept waiting to feel "back to normal." But I'm starting to wonder if I ever will. If life experiences shape and mold us I'm trying to make peace with how I've been altered. And not just me, either.
That is what leads me to say it has been a trying year. I'm ready for a New Year. For a reboot.
overnight with Matt in the sand dunes. A weekend musical adventure with my most favorite dancing companions at Silvercloud. Reconnecting with Marj in LA after 15 years apart. Digging dinosaur bones. Sharing in love and friendship at wedding after wedding after wedding all summer long. Jetting off for a getaway in the desert one cold February weekend. Bicycle rides. Sunsets. Ginger and Johnny. Game nights. Family visits. Concerts. Teddy Roosevelt NP. Dinner parties. Meteor showers. Sewing retreats. A total eclipse. Hot springs.
Three cheers to another New Year and all the highs and lows it will bring. Hip, hip--Hooray! Hip, hip--Hooray! Hip, hip--Hooray!