As we come to the close of yet another year, once again I find myself reflecting back on the year that was. All in all, 2012 was a fairly quiet year – not a lot of waves, not a lot of trauma and/or drama (which is always a good thing) – just a year of enjoying life for the most part. Who could ask for more?
Obviously, there were ups and downs, some laughter and some tears, but thank God, nothing earth-shattering this past year. Mind you, I’m talking personally, not globally. I try to keep all my stuff in a tight little bag nowadays, and that tight bag does not include global, political or national catastrophes, crashes or disasters. All of those things happen on the outside of my sphere of influence, so I try to bear that in mind. Not that it's not important, of course it is; but if I can’t personally affect it in some way, it gets assigned to the realm of things over which I have no control. It’s much less stressful that way.
And I definitely prefer less stress.
In retrospect, I offer up a review of “The Year That Was”. It goes like this…
I changed jobs – that was a very good thing. I now work for a company that I actually like and respect and one that treats its employees like individuals, not numbers. I love my boss – he’s great. I never expected to hear myself say that again. It’s been years and years since that has been true. But there you go – it’s a reality.
I have another new grandson – that makes six grandchildren in total. Wow. Do I feel old? Yes, but very blessed.
My youngest son got engaged – another marvelous piece of good news. I’m so proud of him and I adore his fiancée.
No one went to jail or prison this year. No one even came close. Score!
I lost and then regained the same twenty pounds that I’ve been swapping out for the past several years. Damn.
I went to Boston, toured the New England coast and ate lobster in Kennebunkport, Maine. It was awesome. I also went to the other coast – Orange County, to be precise. It was awesome, too. Oh, and somewhere in there, I also went to New Orleans and had a blast. The hubby and I had good year traveling about. Need to do more of that.
I successfully stayed out of the Presidential hubbub. I vowed not to be drawn in to all of the personal attacks and baiting and my-Presidential-candidate can beat up your-Presidential –candidate bullshit. I was successful and I damn near broke my arm patting myself on the back for that one, because I am one mouthy and opinionated woman. Of course, I exercised my Constitutional right to vote, but I did not personally sling any mud and I managed not to have any slung my way, either. It was a monumental accomplishment and my would-be-ulcer thanks me for it.
I didn’t write much because… well, we all know the difficulties experienced by the once glorious Open Salon. I miss, I miss, I miss… so many things about it. But, mainly I miss the camaraderie we all found there. They say you can never go home again, but I keep trying. In spite of maddeningly frustrating load times and re-logins, I keep returning to the site where it all used to happen. I keep hoping…
It was a good year, topped off by a wonderful Christmas gathering of all my children and grandchildren where we all counted our blessings and made new memories. An odd thing happened on Christmas day. A storm blew through mid-day – just some gusty wind and a short thunderstorm. Nothing too majestic, we’ve had much, much worse. Probably wouldn’t even have taken note of this little storm if the power hadn’t gone off… and stayed off… for about four hours.
As I fretted and tried in vain to reach the power company, everyone wandered into the kitchen. My husband and I were making plans to fire up the grill so we could cook our planned dinner in the outdoor kitchen. I was agitated, worrying about how we were going to pull that off, upset that my plans had been derailed. And then it happened.
One of my brilliant children said the following to me:
“Just relax, Mom. No one is worried about it except you and Dad. Think about it. If the power was on, we’d all probably be on our phones or our computers or watching TV. We’d all be in different rooms doing our own thing, instead of standing in the kitchen enjoying each other’s company.”
And I realized it was true. That power outage was one of the best blessings of 2012. It made all of us slow down and relish the moment. We were all there together – really together, engaged with each other. It was the crowning moment of the year.
I think the next time we’re all together, I may have to slip off to the breaker box and trip the breakers. Or maybe I won’t even have to. Maybe we all learned a lesson about being connected.