December’s shell looks like it could have been plucked from Lido Beach on Longboat Key, FL where I spent my last days of December. Riddled with pin-sized holes, this shell was in its early stages of becoming one with the sandy beach but on a different piece of Florida’s coast, probably Venice where I visited a couple of winters ago. Beaches are where I get my best thinking done while staring into the rushing waves of the ocean and breathing its salty air. I love walking a beach; it’s usually where I become most aware of how wonderful my life is and how fortunate I am.
This particular weekend I was in town to attend a close friend’s daughter’s wedding. This friend has been in my life for decades – as a suite-mate in college and then together as young professionals sharing an apartment to begin our early adult lives away from the safety of a college dorm. We’ve stayed in touch since with some years offering more sporadic attention than others. Sharing this special celebration with her and her family marked the end of December and another month lived. It was the perfect way to kiss the month goodbye.
My month opened in NYC with my husband to attend Broadway shows, one of our greatest joys in life. Sitting close to the stage and being swept up in its theatrics makes my heart swell to almost bursting levels. We try to get there once a year, usually during Thanksgiving week when we head north to visit family. All we do is feast on theater, taking in as much as we can in just 4 days. We’re stuffed by the time we head for home and happy for the gorging. Now that my life is no longer consumed by work I have the great luxury of nurturing my loves.
It’s dizzying to recognize how much and how little can be accomplished within a 24 hour period. Is accomplishment, though, a valid gauge of a day’s value? I could give a laundry list of much that happened this month between the two trips – challenges that plagued me, friends I spent time with, movies I saw, stories and books I’ve read or am reading, sorrows and joys I’ve experienced and current events that have angered me. They all indicate hours and days within a month that I’ll never get back. So they have been lived and experienced. In some cases though, time was spent mindlessly and when I became aware it was a week later with minimal recollection of what happened. Maybe it’s simply the mundaneness of life that should be considered special.
My driving work years were consumed by pop culture and current events for entertainment development. Time was devoured by my jobs and I invested no effort in developing a personal life and other areas of interest. Those years were thrilling, stimulating and exhausting and while caught up in that whirlwind it was unfathomable that there could be any other kind of life that could offer as much personal reward.
Walking the beach and recognizing the joy it conjured made me realize how rich life can actually be and how broad its potential. Instead of this life’s chapter concentrating on growing “the next big thing” why not allow it to nurture all the things I love, the elements I forfeited during those laser focus years. Over the past three years that list has grown quite robust: books, theater, music, hikes, mountains, beaches, biking, friends, family, animals, volunteer work, discussion groups, movies, food, woods, travel. To engage in life doesn’t mean I have to accomplish something, it could mean relishing the magic of being human and all that entails.
What a wonderful opening thought for 2013. Though December can be a heavy, dark month I feel lighter with that thought. Happy New Year to me. And to you!
It’s the forest through the trees.
NOT IN KNOXVILLE ANYMORE
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The trees on the Esplanade are bigger and more lush and the Pru and Hancock Tower beyond are as grand as ever.
The energy is electric and that’s infectious. But my sensibility and stimulation electrodes are on overload. We’ve been gone long enough for my innards to have slo—w—e–d down. I feel like a country girl taking on the big city again. I’m in ramp up mode, slowly adjusting to city sounds instead of chirping birds, crickets, and wildlife noises. My brain is speeding back up, but until my batteries recharge my nerves are on edge. And my soul screams for woods and solitude. And yet I love Boston as much as I ever had. It just takes some getting used to.
Our latest challenge is the 6am pee and poo time. At home in Knoxville we have pet throughs and a fenced yard for her to accomplish her business without my help. Here we have to board an elevator down 5 floors, out the front door and walk a block (or 3) to the nearest large patch of green. 6am! She wants to casually experience all smells and sights along the way. I want to get the job done and go home. I just rolled out of bed without coffee, after-all! Lately she’s been picky about WHICH patch of green is suitable! I have to convince her that this early piece of business IS business. Get it done and leave! We’re arguing about that. Grrrrrr! My next strategy is to try training treats for a quick potty time. Yeah, that’s the ticket! Wish me luck. I’d like this event to be a non-negotiable.
More to come as I rediscover Boston.
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