|My New Year's Day was spend with these dogs. Please note that|
I'm still a style blogger so I coordinated the dogs to the sweater and
the sweater to the couch.
2015 was a hard year for me. It was a year of loss. My beloved pug died after 16 years of being my daily companion. I adopted another dog, Toro, and he was a bad fit for me and Widget. And, as I mentioned in my previous post, I got divorced. It was a hard, hard year. On top of the big losses, I had myriad little ones. All the little things I haven’t been able to find since my move. Treasured Christmas ornaments that didn’t seem to make it into my boxes. Things that were fairly distributed to my ex-husband, but the absence of those things still stings. Such is life.
In spite of the losses, large and small, I feel like I am starting 2016 richer. I found a home. I’ve worked very hard and made it mine. I have two dogs who love me and each other.
This evening I finally sorted through my jewelry chest. It was heavily jostled in the move, and everything was tangled and out of place. I knew it would be an ordeal- and it was- and that’s why I had put it off for the nearly 10 months. I’ve been wearing the same half-dozen or so pairs of earrings for nearly a year. That had to end! I found so many treasures buried in the clutter of those drawers. I found trinkets from my travels, family mementos, and things that touched my eye or my heart for various reasons. I also found a lot of junk. I found things I don’t like. There were gifts I’ll never wear again. Things that were cheap, unsentimental impulse purchases. The things that didn’t bring me joy had to go. I sorted through and dumped handfuls of beaded confection into a gallon Ziploc bag. When I was done, all I could see were the things I love.
I lost a lot in 2015, but I found so much more. I found strength that I didn’t know I had, love and support I didn’t feel I deserved, and I found the will to let go of the parts of my life that don’t bring me joy.
|Life is good for me and Ursa today. Ursa's life would be even better|
if I would just share my waffles.
I am going to post more this year. My life is good, and I want to share it. You can expect to hear some about loss, but much more about finding my place.
Happy New Year.