Snail Mail: 49¢ that makes a difference

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Every morning, before I leave for the day, I look in the mirror on my bureau, checking my appearance.  I feel blessed at what I see in that mirror.  Not my reflection, but the several  items carefully arranged on my bureau.  There are a few rocks, two small trinket boxes, a note from Scott, and four cards.  The objects hold memories but the cards are what make me smile over and over again.

All are from friends, all came unexpectedly, all hold messages that touched my heart.  The messages they brought were ones of friendship, caring, thanks and encouragement.  They also brought smiles and tears. Every time I see them I am reminded that someone cared enough to pick out a card, write out a note, look up my address, buy a stamp and mail the darn thing. If someone goes to all that trouble, you better believe that you matter to them!

While these four cards sit on my bureau, there are other special notes that are tucked away where I can discover them again and again.  In my Bible, in my nightstand, tacked up on my bulletin board. They are written on post-it notes, on pricey Hallmark cards, notebook paper, fancy stationary, and even one from my cousin on an empty cereal box.  It’s these cards and letters that never fail to lift my spirits and remind me what a difference a few words can make.

Goal #4: Write 52 Cards and Letters. I wanted to pass along the sense of happiness that I feel each time I open the mailbox and find a personal letter hidden among the bills and catalogs. Standard thank yous for gifts, emails and holiday cards with generic signatures  don’t count.  These 52 communications have to have a personal note of gratitude about how that person impacted me, words of friendship or encouragement, or just be a newsy letter to someone I care about.

I’ve written 15 so far and I’m starting to get the hang of it.  I’ve figured out that it’s not enough to think about writing the letter, I have to actually write it. And once I’ve written the note, I actually need to mail it. Yup, MAIL IT!  Show of hands, how many of us have piles of unsent cards, waiting for the address or the stamp?  And seriously, is it bad taste to send a ‘Congratulations on Your Baby’ card when the child is 4 years old?

These are the tricks that helped me:

  1. Be prepared: Buy stamps in advance. Put the stamps with your address book in an easily accessible spot.
  2. Browse through the card rack at the grocery store or gift shop.  A certain card will remind you of a former co-worker and you will be sparked to write to them.
  3. Carry pen and note cards with you.  Stuck waiting for an appointment? Write a note.
  4. Don’t fret over not saying enough or saying too much or not using the right words.   Write from the heart and know it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be YOU.
  5. Don’t have a card or fancy stationary? Don’t worry and don’t wait.  Any paper will do. It’s better to get the note down before the inspiration passes.
  6. Address that envelope NOW.  Don’t wait until tomorrow.  Do it right away. (Aren’t you glad you put the stamps with the address book?) Put the card/letter with your keys so it goes out in mailbox the next morning.
  7. Most importantly: put the address book & stamps back where you can find them again tomorrow.

Who in your life deserves a letter?  Who might need a smile?  Heard a song that reminds you of a childhood friend? Share that memory.  Did a former neighbor make the best chocolate chip cookies? Tell her. Read a cartoon that reminds you of your brother? Send it to him.  Believe me, just knowing you thought of them and decided they were worth that 49¢ stamp will make their day.

 

 

 

 

 

How do you measure success?

IMG_4354Today marks the end of the 26th week after my birthday in August.  On the calendar I’m 1/2 way through the 52 project. On paper, not so much.

Here are the stats: Out of the 43 goals on my list, I’ve only completed 5. While that may seem like a small amount, it doesn’t damper my spirit.  I have to see the whole picture.  The most important fact is that at least 12 of these things will take the whole year to complete.  For instance, walking 52 miles a month can’t be completed until the last month.  Another 7 are over 50% complete. 11 others will take less than a day to accomplish once I start them. So, all in all, I’m in good shape. What’s more worrisome is that I still have 9 goals to come up with.  Suggestions please! I need inspiration

The seven I have completed?  I can already say that this project has lasting effects.

#16: Let 52 people out in traffic. Completed November 5th.  I commute at least 30 minutes each way to work.  Going in is good, coming home is a trial.  By taking a few extra seconds to let someone out in traffic, actually looking for the opportunity to do so, made my blood pressure go down and helped me relax at a time when I would normally get super stressed.  Not only does it make me feel good, it’s a boost to get the smile and wave from the person you let out into traffic.  When the kids in the back seat, turn and wave at you, it’s a bonus!

#18: Reading 52 Newspapers, completed November 25th, 2015.  I used to feel I could pass the Jeopardy test, could hold my own in a discussion of World issues. After a couple years of grief and emotional turmoil, I was feeling out of the loop with current events. This goal got me back into the groove and I’m still reading (okay, skimming) a couple of papers every day.  I also find myself seeking out NPR and news on other media.  It helps that we have the most fascinating election in modern history in front of us!

#22: Eating 5 servings of fruits and veggies in a day for 52 days.  Completed January 29, 2016.  Already wrote about this – still meeting or surpassing the 5 servings on most days.

#24: Clean up 52 contacts on my phone.  Completed on January 24th, 2016.  I did not need the phone number for the guy I met on Match.com in 2007.  Seriously, what was up with that?

#26: Plant 52 daffodil bulbs. Completed October 24th, 2015.  My favorite so far!  I planted bulbs at the edges of my new garden out back.  In two short months, I should be rewarded with a display of daffodils blooming to welcome Spring.  Better yet, this gift should spread with each year as the daffodils should naturalize through the woods and garden.

I can say that I am more mindful of how I choose to spend my time since starting this project.  I am more centered and am spending more time on the things that matter to me. While the list may seem too long to some, it seems just right to me.  Every day I can find success somewhere on the list. The five minutes I sit and pet my cat in the morning?  That counts.  And because things like reading a book and pampering my feet are on the list, I’m more apt to allow myself these luxuries.  When I compare my satisfaction with my life in August of last year to my satisfaction today, I can definitely say this project is a success.

 

 

 

The List, sorta annotated.

I realized I should post the full list of the 52 goals I am trying to achieve. So, here it is, in all it’s glory.  Long winded, as I tend to be.  Quirky like me as well. Criteria for being on the list was one of the following: had to improve the quality of my life, be something that brings me joy, something that I’ve been putting off, and it had to be positive. IMG_4349

  1. Read 52 books. The item that inspired this project. No other explanation needed.
  2. Empty 52 boxes. There are two rooms in my basement filled with boxes.  Books, toys, and memories.  Time to clean out and organize.  T
  3. Walk 52 miles per month.
  4.  Write 52 cards or letters.  Real hand-written letters or carefully chosen cards.  Nothing beats getting snail mail from a friend.
  5. Hang pictures and create scrapbook pages for a total of 52 pictures and pages. Lots of wonderful memories to capture – family pictures on the wall or in a scrapbook.
  6. Take the bus to work 52 times.  Not only could I reduce my carbon footprint, I could also gain a half hour each way to read or surf the web.
  7. Play 52 rounds of games with family and friends.  I love a good board game.  No, Words with Friends does not count!
  8. Brew 52 pots of tea. Time to pull out those wonderful mugs, teapots, and enjoy a warm cup of tea. (plus it’s better for me than wine. )
  9. Bake 52 dozen cookies.  Or brownies.  Or quick breads.  And share them with friends and family.  Baking = Joy
  10. Feed 52 people around my table. We’ve discussed this already!
  11. Write a list of 52 things I am thankful for.  Have an attitude of gratitude.
  12. Spend 52 minutes in prayer each week month.  Yeah, not that easy.
  13. Donate 52 items: What to do with the items from #2?  Give them a second life.
  14. Print out 104 emails. 52 x 2 = 104.  Scott and I exchanged over 800 emails during the  months prior to our marriage. I started a book with hard copies of our email exchange as my gift to him on our first anniversary.  Time to finish it.
  15. Private financial goal – A girl’s allowed to have some secrets. 😉
  16. Let 52 people out in traffic out in traffic. A simple act that takes the stress out of commuting.
  17. Write 52 blog/journal entries. Writing was a joy and therapy when I was a teenager.
  18. Read 52 newspapers. (Not 52 different newspapers, silly!) I’ve fallen behind in keeping up on current events.  I was feeling ignorant going into the election cycle.
  19. Pamper my feet 52 times.
  20. Pay it forward 52 times.
  21. Floss 52 times.  (Flossing adds YEARS to your life!)
  22. Eat 5 servings of fruits and veggies per day, 52 times.
  23. Unsubscribe to 52 email lists.
  24. Delete 52 contacts on my phone. The pediatrician was still listed even though the kids haven’t gone there in years.
  25. Delete 52 email contacts from gmail.  Still had the email for a woman who I did a project with in grad school a decade ago!
  26. Plant 52 daffodil bulbs. (Finished this one first – in October!)
  27. Bellydance for at least 1/2 hour, 52 times.
  28. Work with arm weights, 15 minutes at a time, 52 times.
  29. Donate 52 times to the missions supported by St. Pauls UMC.
  30. Mail 52 Christmas cards. (Although now they are New Year’s cards!)
  31. Give myself 52 manicures.
  32. Spend 52 hours outside.
  33. Try 52 new recipes.
  34. “Go out” 52 times. With friends or on my own, to dinner, to classes, other activities.
  35. Go through my 10 minute stretching routine on 52 mornings.
  36. Stop for at least a 15 minute lunch break 52 times.
  37. Spend 52 minutes a week actively playing or petting my cats for 26 weeks.
  38. During my ‘free time’ go for 52 hours without touching my cellphone.
  39. Make a timeline of my life with 52 separate entries.
  40. Delete 5200 emails from my gmail account. (please don’t judge me!)
  41. Get 8 hours of sleep on 52 nights.
  42. Watch/Listen to 52 TedTalks.
  43. Find out one new fact about 52 different people.
  44. – 52. Still in development.  Suggestions, anyone?

 

5 a Day: New Habits, New Me?

IMG_4337Week 23 of my 52nd year just ended and my progress isn’t very impressive.  I have only completed four goals on the list and the list is still incomplete with only 40 items.  Instead of getting frustrated, I’m trying to celebrate what I have achieved.  This week I did a happy dance when I checked off #22: Eat 5 fruits and veggies in a day 52 times.

When I was inspired to start the 52 Project, I made a vow to myself to keep items off the list that seemed punitive or negative.  No “lose 26 pounds” on my list.  Instead, I thought about habits I WANTED to cultivate that I felt would have a positive benefit on my health.  I know that one area that could use improvement is the amount of fruits and veggies that are in my diet.  Ask me to list my favorite foods and I’ll respond with strawberries, lemons, clementines, carrots, radishes,  cabbage, and onions.  But they haven’t been a staple in my diet. Living on my own has led me to take less care with what I eat.  I had simply fallen out of the habit of eating well.  Or maybe I had fallen into the habit of eating poorly. Either way, I wanted to change that.

I once heard a statement that it takes 40 days to start or break a new habit. Some sources say it only takes 21 days, others say both those numbers are a myth.  (See the links below if you want to explore this yourself.)  In any case, it seems to me that doing anything 52 times should set it up for becoming a routine ingrained in my life. Setting a goal to eat the minimum recommended number of fruits and veggies a day was a no-brainer.

How did it go?  It was difficult.  Seriously, 161 days have gone by since I set this goal and I just achieved eating 5 servings of fruits & veggies on 52 days. That means that on over 1/3 of the days, I didn’t achieve the goal. That’s humbling.  Until I started to analyze how my eating has changed. That has helped me put it in perspective.

At first I had a couple of big barriers to overcome.   I didn’t have fruit and veggies in my house.  Raising my family, I bought fruits and veggies in large quantities. Heck, Scott would eat 3-4 apples a day, so I was used to buying large bags of apples. But now, the apples would go bad before I could eat more than one or two. I don’t like to waste food.  So I stopped buying apples. The second barrier was that preparing fruits and veggies took  time.  Rushing out of the house in the morning and being exhausted when I returned home was not conducive to preparing salads or roasting vegetables. As I acknowledged these facts, I was able to put myself in a position to succeed.  I bought smaller quantities of food: three perfect apples vs a 5 lb bag of apples. I took shortcuts such as buying pre-cut veggies so that there was a better chance they would end up on my plate.

Slowly, I started eating more of the good stuff.  Blueberries on my yogurt, a banana for my 10 AM snack, an apple in the afternoon.  Put a bowl of clementines on my desk and I’ll eat those before I reach for the bowl of chocolates.  A frozen burrito for lunch?  Choose the veggie version.  Omelet for breakfast?  Add mushrooms, onions and peppers, top it with salsa.  It’s all good.  And in the last month, most days I’ve not only achieved the 5 fruits and veggies a day, I’ve surpassed that mark.   On the days I don’t, I’m usually at 4 servings. It has become a habit and I don’t think it is one that I will break anytime soon.

I still need to find 12 more goals for my 52 Project – suggestions, anyone?

Interesting reading on habits:

http://science.howstuffworks.com/life/inside-the-mind/human-brain/form-a-habit.htm

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/james-clear/forming-new-habits_b_5104807.html

http://www.thelighthouseyoga.com/retreat-event/40-days-to-change-a-habit

http://www.npr.org/2012/03/05/147192599/habits-how-they-form-and-how-to-break-them

 

 

 

Back in the groove and feeding the masses

Back in the groove and feeding the masses

DSC_9327The holidays always seem to derail our routines and reset our priorities.  At least that is the way it works for me.  I was faithfully working on the 52 Project, recording my progress every day, when I was distracted by Christmas lights, decorated cookies, and one gathering after another. Now that 2016 is here, I am determined to get back on track. I shouldn’t feel too discouraged because while some items on my list fell to the wayside, others benefited from the holiday season.

#10: Feed 52 People Around My Table

In 2014, I had my kitchen renovated and a large dining room added on.  Scott and I had been planning the work and I decided to go ahead with the project on my own. The end result surpassed my expectations and I finally had an area where I could feed my whole family comfortably.  I envisioned having frequent dinner guests and being a welcoming hostess.  But there were a few little problems with that vision.  I’m an introvert.  I am not comfortable cooking in front of others.   My house is never clean enough or it never seems like just the right time.  So, although I have great intentions, I never seem to invite people over.  And I regret that. Hence, item #10 on the list.

Going into Thanksgiving week, I was up to 11 friends and family that had partaken of meals around my table.  Thanksgiving and Christmas have passed and the number of people who have been fed in my house is at 45.  Seven more to go and I’ll be at 52.  It’s paying off as I’m getting more comfortable with having dinner guests.  And I’ve learned a few things that I bet most of you already knew:

  1. RELAX. The guests are coming to eat and visit.  They are not coming to inspect my floors or be amazed at the collection of dust bunnies on the bookcases.

2.  ACCEPT HELP.  I don’t have to make the whole meal.  Christmas breakfast has always been one of the traditional meals I make for my family.  This year, Patrick offered to take care of the main dish, the eggs.  He brought an incredible quiche that melted in the mouth. And I was able to relax and try a recipe for vegan cinnamon rolls.  And guess what? Sometimes the best thing you can do is let someone do the dishes.  It doesn’t mean you are a bad hostess.

3. IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE FANCY.  Because my kids had places to go this year, we had our ‘tree’ on the Monday night before Christmas.  Juggling all our dietary needs, I settled on providing an enchilada bar so that people could select the fillings of their choice. As the evening grew closer and I was trying to get gifts wrapped and the house picked up, I realized that was just too much for me to do after a full day’s work and before the clan arrived.  So, I decided to do spaghetti with sauce from a jar (Thank you, Paul Newman!), and good bread.  Pat and Margaret provided the salad while Dana and Jeremy brought dessert.  Simple and filling.  And the approval rating was 100%.

4. DON’T PUT IT OFF, DON’T MAKE A BIG DEAL OF IT. I worry.  I fret.  But when the guests actually arrive and I relax and enjoy them, It’s all worth while.  Not every meal is perfect, the plates don’t match, but the company is good and the laughter & conversations are priceless gifts.

Now it’s time to get back to the other 51 goals on my list!

 

 

 

 

Why deny yourself?

I had a bit of trepidation about tackling this project.  I’m pretty good about starting out strong and then letting projects fall by the wayside.  That’s part of the reason it took almost 4 months for me to start writing about the 52 Project,  I had to make sure I was going to see this through.  But the truth is, by choosing things that add joy to my life it’s more fun than it is work.  I now have a reason to do the things that make me happy.

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Case in point is #1: Read 52 books.

For a bibliophile, this is a dream come true. Reading has always been an addiction for me, the way I dreamed, escaped, relaxed, expanded my horizons.  As a teenager I would stay up almost all night reading ‘just one more chapter’.  I would get nervous when I was in the last half of my current book and I didn’t have a new book waiting.  Trips to the bookstore were right up there with a fantasy vacation to a tropical island.

As life became more hectic, reading was something I started to deny myself.  Raising my boys, I would reserve it for the hour at the end of the day when I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open.  I felt guilty if I sat down to read before the kitchen was clean or the laundry was done. Not a healthy attitude.  Putting this goal at the top of the list was deliberate.  If any thing brings me joy, it’s reading.

Starting week 16, I’m almost done book 17.  I’ve been having a blast picking a variety of books; my usual chick lit, biographies, historical fiction, inspirational non-fiction, and a bevy of Christmas stories. I’ve been reading in all my usual places but even better, I’ve been turning off the TV and curling up in a chair with a book. It’s pure decadence to give into my addiction.  Just over 1/4 of the way through, I’m like a kid in a candy shop as I look for new books to read. Feel free to share your recommendations.

My inner librarian can’t keep good books to myself so I’m going to sprinkle my posts with some short plugs for the ones that impress me. Remember Judy Blume and “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret” ?  Judy Blume, now in her 70’s, is still writing but has switched to adult fiction. This year brought “In the Unlikely Event”, a fiction novel based on real events in the early 1950’s in Elizabeth, New Jersey.  Three planes crashed in Elizabeth in a short 3 month span of time.  My mom remembered this series of accidents so it added to the appeal of the book. The story is told from the perspective of a teenage girl and the people in her life.  While the story was a bit disconcerting, it moved quickly and brought home the tremendous impact that outside events can have on lives.  I highly recommend the book as a fast but not fluffy read.

Why do we deny ourselves that which brings us joy?  The dishes can wait.  We should not feel guilty for being good to ourselves.  Reading relaxes me in a way that no other activity does.  If I’m relaxed, I’m happy.  If I’m happy, I am better equipped to complete my work and I approach others in a better manner.  It’s a win win from all directions.

And just for the record, the all-night reading binges are a thing of the past.  Unless I’m on vacation.  Or it’s a Friday night.  Or the book is really fantastic….

 

 

 

 

The 52 Project

52 things I will try to accomplish in the 52 weeks of my 52nd year of life, August 22, 2015- August 21, 2016.

The year I turned 50 was not my favorite.  While my friends were celebrating their 50th birthdays with epic celebrations, grand adventures, and admirable achievements, I spent the year mourning the loss of my husband. But time has a way of softening grief and bringing joy back to the forefront.  Turning 52 seemed to be like turning a corner – I felt ready to move forward.

I considered celebrating by hosting a ‘gratitude party’ or going on an exotic trip.  Great ideas but once they were over, life goes back to normal.  I contemplated doing something that would improve my health such as losing 52 pounds or training for a week long bike trip.  If you know me at all, you know those were not contemplated very long.  Those options sounded to much like work and not enough like celebrating.

I started thinking about what I wanted more of in my life.  I wanted more time to read, to spend more time with my family and friends, to bake more often and play more board games.  I wanted to garden more, become more organized, to treat myself better, to finish the projects I had started.  In other words, I wanted to stop putting off the things that bring me joy, peace, and contentment.

I also realized that I was 52 and there were 52 weeks in the year.  This led to me taking the things I wanted more of and creating 52 Project.  It’s a list of 52 things that I want to accomplish in the year between my 52nd and 53rd birthdays.  I’ve kept it simple:

  • Everything on the list has 52 or some derivative thereof as part of it. 26 is half of 52, 104 is 52 doubled.
  •  It has to be positive in nature.  Losing weight didn’t make the list.  Eating 5 fruits and vegetables on 52 different days did make the list.
  • I can’t beat myself up for not accomplishing something but I can adjust as time goes on. Praying/meditating for 52 minutes a week quickly became Praying/meditating for 52 minutes a month.
  • Things can be finite and quickly accomplished, such as planting 52 bulbs, or ongoing, such as walking 52 miles each month.

And so the list began.  It includes reading 52 books, emptying 52 boxes, feeding 52 people around my table(not all at the same time!), taking the bus to work 52 times, trying 52 new recipes, and writing 52 letters.  Now in week 15 of the 52, I’ve only finished a few things but I’m having fun making progress.  #17 on the list is to write 52 journal or blog entries.  When I told friends about the 52 Project many asked to be kept apprised of my progress. I’m all about being efficient so it seemed prudent to combine the two.  I invite you to check this page occasionally and see what’s on the list and how I’m progressing. It should be worth a few laughs. 😉

Of Dental Floss and Grief

 

 

 

 

 

Scott, like many of us, had neglected his teeth for a period of time during his young adult life. He was also a heavy smoker and a coffee drinker. That meant that as he matured and endured extensive dental work, he changed his tune about taking care of his teeth. He became a dental care fanatic and would espouse on the benefits of flossing. One of his favorite pieces of advice to dispense to his step children was “Don’t forget to floss. It adds years to your life.” When Brian would prepare to leave for an important gig or a date, I’d be saying “drive careful” “call when you get there” and Scott would be saying “Don’t forget to floss before you go!”

While this was joke among us, Scott was serious about flossing. When we went on our Friday night dates to the grocery store he would often say “Let’s pick up some floss. I could use some more.” We never picked up one pack, always two. I put some in his Christmas stockings and of course, he also received a trial pack at every dentist visit. And, thanks to that earlier neglect, those visits were often. He visited the dentist every three months for cleanings. He was never in danger of running out of floss.

When Scott passed away, I faced the floss collection on the back of the sink every morning and then the bigger collection in the medicine cabinets. There had to be over a dozen containers of floss in our home. I told Brian we should make it a point to become routine flossers in Scott’s memory, using up all the floss that Scott had left us. In my mind I thought “When the floss is gone, my grief will be under control”. It gave me a way to quantify how long the grief would last, it gave me a goal to look towards. In my mind I figured it would take just about a year to use up all that floss. That seemed reasonable for the grief as well.

At first, the floss went quick. Some containers were only partially full. A week of use and they were gone. I started with the smaller, trial versions first. I think it gave me a sense of power to finish them off. I certainly was doing a lot of grief work as well – I felt somewhat in control by doing all the right things and checking off items as I navigated through the necessary tasks that a widow has to attend to. The small containers emptied so fast I even started to get worried that the supply was only going to last a couple of months. I wasn’t prepared for things to move quite that fast.

Then I started on the larger containers and the progress seemed to grind to a halt. I also found myself not flossing as I got angry with Scott. I couldn’t bring him back, I couldn’t yell at him for dying, but I could stamp my foot and not floss. Flossing was important to him – If it was so important he should be here, telling me to floss. If flossing was so important in adding years to life, why wasn’t he still here, right? So, the containers of floss emptied slowly. My progress on the grief front slowed down to. After 6 months, I got busy outside our home with friends and activities, classes and work. Some days I didn’t even address my grief at all.

It became more complicated as fall turned into winter. I started cleaning out closets, cabinets, and containers. I started finding floss in all the wrong places…in the pockets of suitcases, in toiletry bags, in a drawer, in a coat pocket, even in the console tray from Scott’s truck. The man was like a squirrel – hiding floss in every nook and cranny. The collection of floss expanded back to the original number of over a dozen. Well, grief was like that too. It hid, waiting for me, in the unexpected places. I would be going along fine, having a pretty good day, when I would see the Norris truck and totally lose it. I would be out having dinner with a friend and hear a special song in the background and start crying. I’d get frustrated with something at work and my first instinct would be to call Scott, only to realize I couldn’t text or call him. I’d feel paralyzed and totally lost. Just like the amount of floss amazed me, my grief threatened at times to overwhelm me as it came crashing back time and time again.

It’s been 14 months now and I think I have found all the floss. What is left of Scott’s stash is what you see in the pictures. It’s still a pretty big supply for one woman. I know it’s going to take a while to use it up. I continue to get frustrated with how deep the grief can be some days. But I am determined to work through that grief, one day at a time, one memory at a time, several tears at a time. And I am determined to use up all that floss. One strand at time, one container at a time. I do believe that when the moment comes that I throw the last bit of floss away that I will be in a different place mentally, that I will be able to think about Scott and our times together in a happier way, with joy rather than tears.

The point is simply that grief is like this stash of dental floss; you can’t predict how long it will take to get through it. Just when you thought you have done away with it, you find more. You can ignore it but it only piles up and doesn’t make you any better off. But if you make a habit to face it on a daily basis, in the end you will be stronger and healthier.

 

The Beginning (in a Twinkle)

September 9th has become my favorite day of the year.  Even now I want to celebrate the day.  September 9th, 2008 was a day when my life was impacted forever. In a good way.

2008 had been a year of change.  My dad had passed away on New Year’s Eve and in April Brian and I moved in with my mother.  I was in graduate school working towards my MLIS and struggling (not successfully) to make ends meet.  I was applying for library positions throughout New England but was turned down because I was either too qualified or didn’t yet have my Masters Degree.  I was between meaningful relationships and feeling quite alone.  I returned to work as a guide at Shelburne Museum.  At Katy’s suggestion I signed up to work in the Print Shop, learning to run the letter presses. Good advice Katy, very good advice!

Despite the worries, I spent that summer feeling hopeful.  There was an overwhelming sense of anticipation that seemed to accompany me as I went to work.  This was certainly true on that Tuesday morning.  I was elated as I had just had an interview for the technology position at the museum.  The position had opened up unexpectedly and it looked like I had a good shot at the job.  I changed into my printing clothes; a denim skirt and black t-shirt and headed to my post for the day.

As I appoached the Print Shop, I saw a small pickup truck and the Protection Services golf cart parked outside the building, signaling that a contractor was working in the building.  I was more intrigued by the fact that the truck had the name NORRIS on the side. Norris was a name passed down through my former husband’s family and the middle name of my son, Brian.  So, being me, I marched inside the building, introduced myself to the technician working on the alarm system, and started to grill him about the origin of the company name.   I found out that the company name was the surname of the owners of the company, based in Maine.  No possible relation to the LaClair family in Vermont. But I also found out that the name of the technician was Scott Carlson and he lived in Moretown.  I sensed that he was a bit overwhelmed by my ‘interogation’ so I backed off a bit and concentrated on my work.

The morning passed quickly as I chatted with the visitors coming in, and the other staff members who were in and out of the building.   Scott joined in conversations from time to time and I realized he wasn’t shy like I first thought.  There was a moment when he was leaving the building to take a break, coffee in hand. I had just responded with a humorous comment to fellow staff member.  Scott turned, held up his index finger to signal that he had something to interject.  I don’t remember his witty comment but I do remember the smile that was on his face and the amazing twinkle that lit up his eyes as he delivered the line.   At that moment I knew Scott was one of the good guys; honest, fierce and loyal.

It was several months before I had any inkling that Scott become a permanent part of my life but the memory of that twinkle was so strong that I never forgot meeting him that day.

And I got the job too.