To say that the past several months were busy for me is an understatement. When last November rolled around, I consciously thought about making 2017 a Year of Change. January came, I turned the page in my calendar to begin 2017, and so it has been. I took on more worthwhile and enhancing activities, and worked on closing some tasks and projects that were dogging me for months – and in some cases, years.
- will be published this month in a grand publication, which will include both my poetry and photographs (stayed tuned for when that happens!);
- published several poetry chapbooks and a poetry anthology;
- returned to reading books (almost) every day, and writing reviews;
- am writing letters to family and friends more habitually;
- ate more wisely, which leads towards me feeling better;
- cleaned out my family recipe clippings, including duplicates and triplicates;
- found just the right photograph albums to prepare organizing my pictures and memorabilia;
- pared down possessions that either reminded me of people or events that are best left in history’s garbage can;
- stayed off most social media, except where it benefits my writing and business;
There is much more, many events beyond my control or even within my radar, but nonetheless made this a memorable year. A friend with whom I needed to stay away from (remember the 2016 elections?) recently contacted me with hat in hand to apologize for contributing to fake news and hyperbole. I’ll let bygones be bygones; I believe she’s sincere.
I am trying hard to let go of the aggravation of people not thanking. It’s beyond my understanding how there seems to be more and more people who just don’t thank, or even acknowledge, anymore. Letting go and understanding that it’s a matter of different upbringing – or something – has been difficult for me. I can’t change them, but I need to change my level of disappointment with them.
And now, here we are with a little more than eighty days left in 2017. Whether I get done all I set out to do or not, this was a productive and life-changing year for me. I don’t know what next year will bring; heck, who knows about what the next hour will bring?
All in all, I maintain that no matter what, changes will always be afoot.
©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.