Sunday, December 1, 2013
Eight years ago this month I began blogging on Out of the Lotus. It's the longest running 'journal' I've ever created. I can go back and see what my kids were doing those many years ago, what the wife and I were doing, what my garden was doing in the springtime, and - oh yes - my various medical mishaps.
I've had but a few loyal readers over the years, and sometimes I wish more people left comments and/or read the blog. But what the hell. I'm doing for myself. It's turned out to be quite the chronicle of the years.
This December brings my usual disgust with material consumption, but don't get me wrong, I do love some of the Christmas traditions. I set up my tiny tree in my tiny apartment last night and had a ball. I'll be waking up on Christmas morning with my grandson for the second year, and that is the biggest gift of all.
What a difference a year makes. Last year at this time I was in a hellish state. This year, life is pretty damned good and, more importantly, I really know that. I worked diligently to get myself back on track, and the work has paid off. I've had an enormous amount of help and support along the way. I also had the good luck to have excellent health insurance, a true blessing that should be the norm in this country, but sadly is not. (Don't get me started.)
I always remember that for some, the holidays are a horrid affair. I keep them in mind, and do what I can to alleviate their troubles. It's a terrible time of year to feel alone -- everyone around you seems to be oh, so jolly.
My goals for December are avoid live t.v. as much as possible so as to miss the commercial madness of the season; eat well and get my exercise and fresh air; reach out to my friends and family; and read some good books. Justice Mayor's book is first on my list. Oh, yes, and to catch up on some paperwork and filing. Oh, and take a lot of photos and enjoy the last month of my fantastically interesting photo class. I've already signed up for next semester's photo offering.
Keeping it simple. Feeling grateful. Hoping the same for you, dear reader.