Happy New Year everyone!
I stayed in New Brunswick a week later then planned and had very limited use of computers…so my apologies if you’ve been feeling neglected. However, yours truly did think of you every day…in between watching the Weather Channel, complaining about how cold it was, and constantly stealing the one hot water bottle in the house from my Grand Maman. Don’t judge me! She didn’t want to turn up the thermostat because she claims cold air promotes better breathing. It promotes catching the COUGH OF DEATH is what it does.
I just want to make it very clear that I love my Grandmother. So saying, I’m glad to be back. I was very close to melding with her and becoming one person. I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was check what the weather was like…not outside like a normal person would but on the Weather Channel. I think they put subliminal messages in that damn little tune that constantly plays during the local weather report.
On the 31st of December, at 10pm, after my Grandmother went to bed because she couldn’t stay up until midnight, I took out my trusty journal and began to write down my New Year’s Resolutions for 2009. I’ve been doing this since I was 20, so I have almost 15 years worth of experience of coming up with goals and objectives I’ve imposed upon myself and have had trouble keeping…which is why these same goals and objectives keep repeating themselves year after year.
Imagine how surprised I was when I realized that most of my Resolutions greatly differed from previous years. Not because I wanted new ones, but because slowly and surely, after years of hard work and determination, not to mention countless hours of over-processing; a lot of issues that had prevented me from making my life a healthier and better one had finally been resolved. I had not only accomplished most of my goals and objectives, but hadn’t even realized I had done so. Yay me!
No need to dwell on the fact that it took me 15 years to do.
So as I sat in my Grandmother’s rocking chair in the quiet chill of the night, waiting for 2009 to arrive at midnight, I thought to myself what now? I’m single, I don’t have a crush on anyone, I’m not looking to be in a relationship; I’m writing; I like my job; I like and respect my boss; I have meaningful friendships; my ego is humble and healthy; I’m financially responsible; I know my worth; I have a positive outlook on life, my own especially; I’m actually happy…what do I do now?
The answer was simple. Be grateful. And I am.
I’m grateful to and in no particular order:
Elizabeth: for being so in love with Johann.
Laura: for having an anecdote for every occasion.
Dani: for saying to Marlene, ’I'm not going anywhere.’ Which sounds mushy but was really hilarious.
Marlene: for saying, ‘Look at what happens when you don’t progress.’ Which was even more hilarious.
Lamis: for coming up with creative ways to try and kill me without actually going through with them.
Lily: for creating the Chinese Pants Tea House.
Cindy: for being a surrogate mother and filling a hole in my heart.
Maryse and Bich: for being so teeny tiny and yet filled with gigantic amounts of wisdom.
Sylvie and Sean: for still loving me unconditionally after so many years.
Maïa and Ariel: for inspiring me to be a better person.
Viviane: for helping me find new depths of patience.
Tristan and Lorélei: for keeping me in touch with my maternal instincts.
Carly and Janice: for teaching me how to keep relationships stimulating.
Danielle: for growing and evolving along with me.
Arthur: for being all about what a real man should be.
Grand Maman: for being proud of me just because I’m me.
Paryse and Caroline: for not laughing at the fact that I’m claustrophobic.
Rania and Mounir: for writing such incredibly funny and entertaining emails.
Tracy: for being a boss who believes in me.
To all of you: for continuing to read and support Attic Tales, regardless of how incoherent I can be.
I am grateful.
Thank you. May 2009 bring you everything you truly need to make your life healthier and happier…and if it doesn’t…you’ll get there eventually…I promise.
Sincerely,
Geneviève xoxo
