Brought to you by open doors.
I remember many New Year's Eve celebrations at my Mom and Pops. My parents would head out for some party at some place with some group of couples and we would tuck in for the night at my grandparents. I know there were warm tortillas filled with butter. There was certainly neapolitan ice cream with the choice of vanilla, strawberry or chocolate since my grandmother wanted to make sure everyone was always pleased. I'm sure there was a soft spot on a cool couch in a decked out basement of a huge home.
The last night of the year wasn't about big memories or big moments or big realizations. It was a small, silly, little celebration with some shouting and then some yawning and some rushing to bed at five after the hour.
But now, I'm grown up. And the day is The Day. And the night is The Night. And the end of the year is The End of The Year. And it's as simple as it is complicated. I've learned things. I've matured. I've blown it some. And then I've had some really big successes.
I thought of listing a bunch of things I learned but you could browse through my blog any darn day and see a year's worth. Today, what sums up This Today is that my view is the tree not the bus.
You see the bus ride. I see the tree when the bus door opens.
You see a flat tire. I see the stranger that stops to help.
You see me without a car. I see living without debt and within my means and great adventures and bus rides and rental cars and new car smell and learning how to find the windshield wipers and Snarky Brother laughing at me when I don't know how to open yet another gas tank.
You see McDonalds. I see a conversation with Ruth who desperately needs someone to listen to her stories. Oh, and their Diet Coke is SO good.
You see epilepsy. I see firecrackers. Uh, literally. And chance, and living like there's no tomorrow because there might not be.
You see my fabulous hair. Well, it's just fabulous.
You see no electricity. I see a symphony of quiet.
You see a broken heart. I see love peeking around the corner daring me to come out to play.
Sure, there are also parties and shopping and dates and kisses and lots of exciting things but my concern is, my thought is...are you seeing the bus or the trees in your life? Are you taking the time to notice The Pretty?
Dear friend. 2011 is sitting right in your pretty little hands. What's your view?
Much love to you at 9something on the last day of 2010.