It’s 2014! Yes, I just noticed. My new year cycle is slightly different than most. As my birthday is just eight days into January, the week between December 31 and January 9 feels like bleary, suspended time. Days go by, yes. Work gets done if it must. But not until the final day of the holiday season trifecta of Christmas-New Year’s Eve-birthday do I feel mentally “in” the new year. I used to feel guilty about this, but I don’t anymore. It’s my cycle. It’s how I work. It really doesn’t matter that the world moves forward in time without me for one week.
The right goodbye at the right time
The same photo has been the wallpaper on my phone for years now. Gunshy in a bow tie was the obvious choice before he died last May, and it never even occurred to me to change it. Until yesterday. I might have gone on gazing on my departed little boy a hundred times a day indefinitely, but another baby boy showed up in my family this week, and everything in the world has changed. When my sister shared a photo of herself and her two-day-old son at home in front of the Christmas tree, my heart exploded, my brain fell out of my head, and all I wanted to do with the rest of my life is stare at that baby.
At least there’s this.
I have one more story to write. It’s 10:47pm. So…probably not going to finish it. I haven’t unpacked since I got home from being gone yesterday. House needs vacuuming. Never made it to the gym today. Lois got a very sad, short walk. I got a lot done in the last 14 hours, but not everything I wanted. Sorry, world.
But “write blog post” is on my to do list. And I’m doing it. Done.
Sometimes you just need to check off one more thing.
And post a Lois picture. She’s ready to pack it in too.
Natalie Burg 