I’ve been writing this series of blog posts since the beginning, in 2005, and am pleased to say that I’ve progressed (aka gotten OLDER) to the point where my husband is making the meal, we have guests bringing the salad, I only have to make the apple pie and order my kids around to do everything else – and pick up the phone to get help for our afternoon brunch celebration. I am lucky – very lucky. And I’m grateful to that husband and those kids who make my luck possible and more plentiful everyday.
I can’t even think about how this past year, 5771, has been – full of an incredibly wide variety of activities, highs and lows. But really? I think I am getting that affliction my parents used to say was only for older folks (aka my Nana in particular, my father’s mother): you only remember the good – because I just don’t remember that much bad. Maybe there really wasn’t that much bad – certainly compared to the challenges of many I know, there wasn’t. But could it be that I simply don’t remember the bad so much anymore?
I’m choosing to enter 5772 with the belief that there actually is less bad. For all the distrust in government (just read that the public’s trust in Washington, DC is down to 15%), just this morning a fellow elected called me with enormous glee at the reality that we are in fact having an impact – that those of us who chose to extricate politics from governing can be heard and agreed with and set a tone, and we’re not alone. There is a place for politics – I love politics. But I don’t like politics when they mess negatively with governing or the public’s trust. And that’s a big part of what we’re getting year-round, every year, because there is no such thing as an off-year.
And so I’m going to keep working so that there is less bad all around. My kids are in demanding stages – rewarding stages, but demanding stages. My work in my writing, at Council and now at The Civic Commons continues to be incredibly rewarding. I feel I’ve earned these opportunities but I never forget that that’s what they are and I must treat them that way to keep earning them.
And so I see 5772 as an opportunity – it’s a new year, I’ll be turning 50, I’ll be married 20 years, my oldest will graduate from high school (baruch ha Shem as we say).
Seriously – I can’t be heard to complain. Or, as Connie Schultz’ sign says, No Whining.
Totally no whining.
L’shanah Tovah and thank you to everyone who has supported me – you don’t even know.