We have a ‘joy jar’ next to our kitchen sink. Periodically throughout the year, we jot down a note regarding a happy occasion. On New Years Day, we pull out the Joy Jar, and take turns reading and reminiscing.
I tend to be both the most prolific and the most absent-minded contributor to our joy jar; which results in several duplicate submissions. Some highlights from our year:
- Our Vacation in Belize
- Guzzy moved to her own apt and got a great new job (and she still stops home now and then)
- Guzzy recognized she deserves ‘more’ and broke up with an icky boyfriend
- Time spent with X-girls throughout the year
- A Successful NEDA Walk
- We got a dog (Cleo)
- I am working out regularly, and am feeling strong (although today I’m more sore than strong)
- Time with friends and family over the holidays (including Dan’s 60th birthday dinner)
On a personal level, we had a great year — yet I continue to have a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach as we reflect on the past year. 2016 will forever be known as the year that America experienced a national brain-fart.
National brain-farts aside–we have much to be thankful for. I have made two resolutions: To keep a gratefulness journal and to get out of my white, middle-aged ‘bubble’ more frequently to advocate for, and help maintain hard-fought gains for many now-threatened groups, including women.
Today, as Dan remains glued to the TV set: I am grateful that the college football season is almost over.