Day Two
And so the new year starts. As The Good Man and I waved adieu to a year filled with both highlights and lowlights, it seemed most all we could think of was lowlights. As new years eve began to wane, The Good Man and I held hands tightly and tried to summon up some optimism for the new year ahead.
Maybe things would be better in 2012. Or at least different in a positive way.
We agreed that moving house was a first step toward that positive kind of change.
In a rare bit of daydreaming, we allowed ourselves to imagine what might lie ahead, and talked of plans.
Then we stood up, dusted the beach sand off our butts, and went and had lunch. We talked of politics and authors and how damn good the French press coffee is at The Ritz.
We came home feeling a little calmer. A little happier. A little more optimistic.
The first day of the new year came rolling through, and it seemed like we were going to be ok.
Then last night The Good Man got some very bad news. Someone very important in his life has passed away. It was quite unexpected and a bit shocking.
Today I find this puts a bit of a tint to our lives in the new year.
Grief has a funny way of overcoming a weakly positive outlook.
And so another medal of honor from this battle called life is awarded to the heart. Not pretty ribbons but scar tissue. Countable, like rings in a tree.
In the timeless lyrics of Isaac Hayes and David Porter, “When something is wrong with my baby, something is wrong with me.”
Tomorrow means I go back to work. The rhythm of our lives begins again.
What news is riding on the waves of tomorrow, I wonder? I hope there’s cake. Or at least a good cup of coffee.
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Comments
Nadine in Nevada
Karen – I’m sorry to hear of The Good Man’s Loss. Not a way one wants to begin a new year. :( All we can do is take life one day at a time.
~N
Karen Fayeth
Nadine – Hi, thanks. It’s a weird way to kick off the New Year. Totally unexpected, for sure.
And you are right, one day at a time.
Elise
I’m so sorry. That’s no way to start a new year. XO
Karen Fayeth
Thanks Elise. It’s crap, really.
Natalie
I’m so sorry… That is an awful start especially after such lovely hopes, convo, and coffee.
My condolences and hopes for better things to come…
Karen Fayeth
Hi Natalie – Cheers to that, certainly. :)
Anji
I’m sorry to read your bad news.
This time last year we were summoning up courage for an upheaval. Turns out to have been the best thing that’s happened in a long time. You never know what good things are just ahead…
Karen Fayeth
Anji – Your point is a good one. Upheaval sometimes signifies steps forward. Growing pains, I suppose.
Thanks for your good words and thoughts.
nerima
My condolences to your GM.
On another note…..BEACH SAND?!
I’m freezing over here in NY.
Karen Fayeth
Hi nerima – Yeah…it’s, uh, 65 here today. Sorry…
Thanks for the kind words.
Ephraim F. Moya
Chica,
Over the years I have found that:
Happiness is a choice, not a condition.
Regards,
El filósofo Viejo