Reflections

Time is a fickle mistress. Simultaneously she rushes right by us and feels perfectly still.

The ending of a something, a week, a month, a year brings reflections, resurrections of memories and contemplations of what lies ahead.

The ending of this year is no different for me. But I must admit that all I’ve accomplished and overcome these last 365 days surely got away from me.

We traveled.

To Florida (via the entire east coast), Vermont, New Hampshire and Texas. And while these places were not entirely new, the experiences are always welcome and wonderful.

I quit my job(ish).

Which was absolutely one of the hardest and most terrifying decisions I have ever made. To leave a career in emergency medicine that had a hold on me for greater than a decade was heartbreaking- and also absolutely what I needed in so many ways. While I’m thankful to still have my toe in the door, not having to enter what could be life or death every day, has changed me in a beautiful way.

We watched some of our very best friends get married and stood by their sides on beautiful summer and fall days.

We survived family emergencies.

A horrible car accident, Covid (twice) and a new puppy eating our house… he gets away with a lot because he is cute.

We grew our farm.

We had a huge garden, grew and butchered (most of) our own chickens, expanded our laying hens and added ducks to our brood. I canned and experimented with food preservation, including harvesting and drying seeds for next years use.

And I started writing again and photography- somethings I never forgot about, but always ignored finding time for because I am bad at doing things for myself.

Oh yeah, I cooked some too.

I’m thankful for the miles, the meals, the words, the people that have been brought into my life this year. I hope that in this next 52 weeks, I appreciate each one of those miracles in my life just a little bit more.

Thank you for being a part of it and take a moment to remember what you’ve accomplished and respect what you’ve come through.