2018, I was going to wish you good riddance but it turns out you weren’t a bad year after all. That’s pretty awesome. Thanks!
While I really could have used Mueller speeding the inevitable just a bit, I suppose this year has taught me patience and that the battle on that front is out of our hands at this point.
But regarding the things I could control or at least experience on my own, it was a very good year. My only regret is not writing more of it down. This is my humble attempt to make up for that.
I got to travel and show my kids more and more of the world, plus we spent a decent amount of time at the beach, which is always time well spent.
(Speaking of the kids, they are turning out to be incredible young men - I wish I could tell you more but I am sworn to secrecy and I may have already told you too much. )
I finally accepted that what I like is what I like, and that just because I can do something doesn’t mean I have to. Imagine that! What I like, by the way, is to create. So there will be more of that - and in order to create, I will have to feed my creativity as well. Just the thought of doing that puts a huge smile on my face.
I learned to let go of people and things and just stuff (but mostly people) that really didn’t fit with who I really am, or who were only here out of convenience. I appreciate the lessons learned there, and I’m really enjoying the shiny new space for the good in the world. There’s so much good out there!
I learned to reclaim my time (thank you, Aunt Maxine, ha!) and I’m still learning to be patient with myself and the world as things unfurl they way they do. No matter how much you stress about things, they kinda just happen they way they do. So there’s really no point in worrying about it.
It was a gorgeous year, indeed.