It can be interesting, being the person who has divorced their family around the holiday season. Sometimes, you feel it, that lack of not belonging. And then, you suck it up and realize how lucky you are. Witness.
Bryon and I just hit the house with the Christmas stick. The tree is up, the mechanized polar bears are in the front yard, and even the animatronic triceratops has a Santa hat on. Bring on the festive.
Tomorrow I see a good part of my extended family of friends and indulge in a little gift giving. That’s always a good time.
I am married to a wonderful man who complements and supports me, who helps make me the best I can be. If I were to do nothing else in my life but to be fifty percent of this wonderful marriage, I could deal.
As harsh as work has been without Lorna, I work with a great team in the office. My boss is wise and perceptive and cares about her teachers. My teachers really support the college. It may not be a joy to go to work every day, but frankly, it is most days.
Because of work, I don’t have to worry about making bills, paying for my health insurance, and planning for my retirement. It’s a good thing to be employed full-time doing a job I love.
I appreciate knowing people who support my writing. There are a lot of great people who keep telling me to stick it out and be patient. I have a great support group, and I enjoy supporting other members of the group. I enjoy my writing friends. Interchange is wonderful, and I enjoy being a part of the writing community that I have on line and in my personal life.
There are many ways that I am blessed, and it’s always good to remember those things. I hope that the holidays fill you with goodwill and gratitude for your life.
Right. I need to buy a few more Christmas cards. I hope Black Friday is a little less packed now.
Catherine
