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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Telling the Truth Tuesday - How I really feel about the holidays
I must have blocked out the holiday times during my first marriage, because I have no memory of either cooking them myself or going anywhere, even though we must have done something. After I lost custody of my son, though, holidays became a nightmare of missing him, feeling like an alien because other people got to be with their families, and being convinced everyone else on the planet was normal.
Friends became my salvation and I learned to create my own holiday experiences. During my time with my gay business partner, holidays became movie dates. Sometimes we'd go see two or three movies in a day, then eat dinner out someplace special.
As I learned to get more comfortable in the kitchen, I would host Thanksgiving for other strays--those who either didn't have family in town or who came from dysfunctional backgrounds like me.
Now, I have a mixture of those things. For the last few years that my Dad was alive and living in New Mexico, it was a family affair with another friend and her mom. Dad is gone, but we still spend the day with my friend. This year, my 36-year-old son is coming. I can't remember the last time we spent Thanskgiving together.
Rather than get caught up in holiday insanity and chaos, I am going to kick back and enjoy the moments and reflect on what the Thanksgiving holiday really means...to be thankful...which, believe me, I am.
I won't be posting Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday, so
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you,