Today, while I was trying to locate my Shopping List document in Google Docs, I came across this piece I wrote in December, 2020. I had intended it to be the first post of my return to Splitting Poles but was never published due to technical difficulties.
What is a life? A life is made up of pictures, of snapshots of memories, a collage of things that are important, representative of who we are. I had a feeling yesterday, a memory, of a friend that I made back in college, the first friend I ever made and who happened to have the same birthday as me. Sadly, she died many years ago, but somehow the memory of our moments together stay strong. Why do some memories stay with us more than others? Hopefully, we can count the good ones more than the less pleasant ones. Nina, my friend, was so important to me. We lost touch - twenty-somethings are wont to do impulsive things until they realize 20 years later that none of that stuff matters. We started to write to each other - actual letters - for which I am so grateful for it was not much later that she died too young. Thanks to my friend, L, for keeping me in the loop about such things.
I’m thinking today about the new year, how the hype is that suddenly 2021 is going to erase everything that happened in 2020. The words that resonate with me this year are these: “Let go of the things that don’t matter, and focus on what’s important.” That’s a quote from Robert Herjovic, one of the sharks from Shark Tank. During COVID, Deril and I watched the series twice (don’t ask). Strange thing to glean from a “reality” TV show, but it resonated with me, and I haven’t forgotten it. I hope to follow this idea in the year to come.
In the meantime, my NY’s resolutions look to me more like a to-do list rather than a “these are all the things that are going to change my life and then I’ll be happy” list. Minor things, like buy some ceiling fans, learn how to make béarnaise sauce and crème anglaise, make an appointment to get my mammogram. And possibly, go back to NYC, a place I should have lived in a long time ago. I love my job and my husband and my baby, Niko. I’m very lucky. I have food and a roof over my head and people who care for me. When you peel all the layers of everything else, that’s all that really matters.
Happy new year, friends. It’s taken me a while to formulate my return to Splitting Poles. I hope to return more often.
End note: I did buy ceiling fans and had my mammogram. I did not learn to make béarnaise or crème anglaise as I am still trying to master brown butter sauce :). I haven't gone back to NYC yet. Perhaps my next trip will be when I go to Paris via JFK airport.
I continue to aspire to "forget about the things that don't matter, and focus on what's important." Thanks, Robert.