As such, this was not an easy post for me to deal with. Right now even the idea of "celebration" makes me want to blow a raspberry at the universe. But like any good writing prompt, it got me thinking past that first impulse.
And yeah, I'll admit it: the trees outside my office window are gilded with snow that sparkles and makes something inside me perk up. Today I saw a dozen deer bounding through the yard and took a deep breath and thought, beautiful. It's the time of year when electric colored lights turn me into a cheap date, sighing ooh and aah at even the most garish (especially the most garish) decorations.
So okay, fine. Quietly, joyfully, simply with the act of listing them here, I will celebrate some things:
- My older daughter's learning difficulties finally getting identified and addressed, and her working hard to overcome them
- My younger daughter's medical issues under control, and her thriving in kindergarten
- My current book draft no longer totally sucking
- Healthy, supportive friendships (including some new ones) with women who rock
- Transitioning to a plant-based diet and enjoying it (so far)
- The fact that I still love my elderly cat even though I spend 6% of every day cleaning up his puke
- The forever-cool notion that I've now published two novels, which people I don’t even know are reading and enjoying
- My Dad turning 80 and still able to captain a sailboat, fly a plane, and shred a ski slope
- The near-guarantee that next year will be better
- Wait a minute. I could actually go on and on. But I think I'll do that offline...
*hands out virtual baggies of chocolate covered pretzels to all of you*