Happy New Year

by Heligirl on January 1, 2010

in Daily Ramblings

As I enjoy a morning cup of tea this first day of a New Year and decade, I can’t help but reflect on the past 10 years. This time last decade I was in a different state, in a different marriage, and a completely miserable state of mind. It’s amazing what life puts you through to get you to where you need to be.

At that time, all I wanted was to be a helicopter pilot and have all the adventure that promised. Or at least the adventures I imagined because I’d watched way too many of Don Bellisario’s ideas of life as a helicopter pilot. I had the aviation and travel bug something fierce. So I went forth and answered that call. And, truth be told, I achieved those goals the first year – flying in several different locations, having a hand in two new helicopter ventures, and eventually landing a job at a company that I imagined was what I wanted most in the world in the Los Angeles basin. Sadly, I lost my marriage along the way. I spent the next four years regretting the year 2000 – just about every day of it – and developing a healthy, shall we say distaste, for LA. But those four tough years – and the many people who came and went from my life during that time – taught me how to be alone, to focus, let go, prioritize, believe in myself, appreciate what I have, and the finer points of home ownership in a neighborhood where English was a third language and there were more drug deals per capita than pets.

But as 2004 came to a close, it seemed that I’d learned my lessons (self esteem, self respect, and, thanks to the LBC, self preservation) the big parole officer in the sky gave me my leave. I got a job back home in Seattle and I think I broke a record when it comes to leaving LA. I got the call offering me the job at lunch. By 5 pm I’d given two weeks’ notice, put my house on the market, sent paperwork to reserve an apartment in Seattle and outlined my escape. I got the phone call offering me the job on a Tuesday. Two weeks and three days later the house was sold and I was hauling everything I owned the hell out of California. With each mile I got more and more excited about my future and finally felt I could let the past go. Good bye Pit of Dispair.

Since arriving home, I went after my new set of goals – buy a home in a safe neighborhood (amazing how the simple things are amplified after living with less), meet a great man, marry, and have two kids. Secretly, I wanted a girl and boy, in that order, but I didn’t really have much of a hand in that. Here, five years and some change later, I’ve achieved all that and am happier, though more tired, than I’ve ever been. I even got the girl and then the boy.

So now I look out the window at my in-laws home, across a furloughed field and the nut orchard in the distance. The sun is drenching the field and trees, but the wind is blowing and dark storm clouds in the distance threaten another deluge. Mr. Man is cooing to his grandparents and Cutness is exploring the contents of Grandma’s kitchen cabinets. Pals are posting their New Year’s resolutions on Facebook and I’m completely stumped as to what to resolve to do. The best I can do is resolve to stay in the present, enjoy every moment with my family, and remember to take time for me when I need it. Sounds good to me.

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