5 Things I am Grateful For, not all Felt.
It has been quite awhile since I
last posted and just like the dieter that goes off their diet it has been very
difficult to get myself back to the keyboard. You know what I mean, guilt, delay
more guilt, more delay, it is just like
an endless hamster wheel.
I spent New Years Eve and day in bed with a hideous cold; I am now just starting to be human again. The first sign was that I could not watch another Law and Order rerun without a gun to my head. So I have been noodling around in my head all day, another delay tactic on what I could write about.
Instead of resolutions, which would only add to an already mile long to-do list. I want to take time out and reflect on 5 things that I am grateful for this year.
My home is my refuge I have lived in my house for 27 years. It is a very small
non-descript workmen's cottage built around 1821 in the historic neighborhood
of Boston, known as Charlestown. I have
raised all three of my children in this house and this will be the last year I
live here. It is the right thing to do, downsize and consolidate. It will be
exciting to begin a new chapter, but it will be sad to say good-bye to the home
whose walls have witnessed the passage of our lives.
2. Family: I will be celebrating my 29th wedding anniversary this year. My husband, Chip, is my stabilizer. His calm methodical ways have been the counterbalance through the years, to my sometimes, irrational exuberance. He is my biggest fan and supporter and as he likes to say the biggest collector of original "Barbara Pooles"
My own mother and father passed away a number of years ago, but I am fortunate in having the most wonderful in-laws in the world: my mother-in-law, Jane Pratt. She has nurtured and unknowingly mentored me. Everybody should have a Jane Pratt in their lives. Her curiosity, encouragement and infectious smile never fail to inspire.
This year saw the last college graduation for me. My daughter, Emma graduated with high honors from the University of Montana in Missoula, Montana. This is the girl, w
ho when she was diagnosed as dyslexic, announced: "well, not everybody likes to read". She learned compensating techniques, worked hard to achieve her success and fell in love with Montana where she will be making her home. Her twin brother Oliver graduated two years ago from the Royal Academy of Music and Drama in Scotland. He came home this year disillusioned about his chosen path. He is now searching for his next chapter in Portland OR. My oldest, my son Ian who has been plagued with health problems is welcoming the new year, with a new job.
These are the people who sustain me, drive me crazy, support me and who I I love with a ferocity that can scare me.
3. Friends: I have a small circle of women, who I call my "sistahs" that's Boston speak for sisters who have held my hand through all major life decisions. We have been through, illness, divorce, college applications and death together. Our shared laughter and tears could fill volumes.
The incites led me down new paths. This year I took my work to 11 different shows across the country.
I discovered that I don't play well in Peoria or anywhere they sell kettle corn. I learned that people in California will wear wool and when it is 87 in Massachusetts they won't. I was pleased and happily surprised to have myimages chosen by two different show promoters for use in their promotional packages. I trained and worked with two wonderful interns.
This has been quite cathartic. I hope my little list inspires you to chuck the resolutions and instead start a new tradition, reflecting on all that you have to be grateful for. I think I will this next years resoltion.
In Peace and Hope for the New Year.