This is my piece (I did the same texture as I did for the butterfly piece) for the Christmas gift project I worked on with some of my friends (the butterfly piece was where I worked out ideas and used extra paint). I really love this piece that was created with me in mind. I also love, even more, how each of our choices resulted in beautiful and wonderful gifts.
Yesterday evening, I found myself reading Adrienne’s blog post about friends. It reminded me of a moment I had way way back when I graduated high school. I had received gifts from family, friends and mentors. There was a card, though, that I wasn’t sure how I felt about. It basically said that learning how to let go of people with grace and without bitterness was one of life’s great lessons, oh and congratulations on the graduation. At the time I was like, “What?” I don’t want to let go of my friends. I LOVE my friends. Do you know that in the next four or five years life wrestled every single one of my “closest” friends from me? I still had good new friends, but my high school buddies were all gone. At first I was salty about it because I would occasionally try to keep in touch and folks didn’t seem to care. Using up my postage. LOL. In time, though, I came to the realization that we led different lives and that was okay too. I’ve had great friends since then and I have great friends now, but I know how to lovingly and gracefully let them go when our reason or season for being friends has come to an end. My mentor who gave me the card was very right. It has been one of the greatest lessons I have learned.
I know it’s still July, technically, but today feels like Fall is in the air in my corner of the Pacific Northwest, which marks the end of Summer and all of the neat stuff that comes along with it. I hate when I am meeting with a group of friends and that has to come to an end because one of the friends has an opportunity or a new relationship where they have to do that “can’t-get-enough-of-being-around-you” phase. I mean, I’m happy for the friend’s relationship or opportunity, but a teeny selfish part of me wishes that things could remain the way they are, especially when I think about all the ways being around them has made me want to and become a better person.
I still have citrus oil under my nails from the zest I put into some mulled wine a couple of hours ago. Can something smell bright, because I believe this does. We were supposed to have a glitzy New Year’s Eve, but after all of the snow we got this afternoon, we just want to stay warm. 2012 was an awesome year for me. I met more great friends. Celebrated milestones. Sometimes wiped some tears, but there were places I found myself where I never imagined I would be again. It was not perfect, but I grew and I look forward to growing even more. Friends have turned into more friends. Giving has turned into more giving and I have received in new and amazing ways.
When I was in high school, my acting teacher told us young dummies (who thought we were SO intelligent, btw) that life was not a dress rehearsal and that so many of us are not even living. I’m trying to live and share the things I learn and find along the way. Here’s to more of that!
Happy New Year!!!