Losing a friend, a contemporary, is not something I want to get used to, but as I get older I see more warning signs. My own health isn’t exactly ideal, and friends struggle with a variety of ailments. I certainly don’t dwell on it, but I want to embrace the lessons.
January in my house means new Christmas books to read! I won’t get into the carefully curated gift lists Rebecca and I devise for holidays, but it works. The one thing I didn’t notice about my Christmas 2020 list until I gazed upon all the new books together is the common theme of do-overs, life regrets, and life and death overall. If you’ve been following along, you know I am drawn to heavier topics, so this theme fits right in.
Sometimes the universe pokes at me until I acknowledge her messages. Recently, the universe has hinted that I need to tell my story about mental health. My family’s story brought me to this place but sharing it is harder.
Why am I such a slow starter at many things? The longer this quarantine goes on, the less discipline I seem to muster for anything other than occasional work projects. I’m hoping to be more consistent about writing for this blog site in the coming year.
I’m crushing on Daniel Levy (Schitt's Creek). He is beautiful, sensitive, smart, funny, out and proud. And damn, Daniel reminds me of my friend Lee, both in looks and style. Only Lee was my best friend more than 40 years ago.
Happy 2021. Thank goodness! The last quarter was good for reading, though I ran out of new books as Christmas approached and had to wait for Santa. But a couple of rereads were worth it.
We’re still living in quasi-quarantine, and my synapses don’t seem too sharp. Lesson learned: write notes about books as soon as I finish them. So what did I read?
Ruth Bader Ginsburg was born the year after my mother’s birth. She was of the generation of women on whose shoulders we stand today.
Remember when we were all binge-watching Tiger King and waiting for Covid-quarantine to be over before Mother’s Day?
Do you ever look back on your less-positive experiences and discover they set you on the path to something great or at least better? Hindsight is a gift for reflecting on closed doors and seeing the windows that opened instead. I’m beginning to see the plot twist more regularly.