Happy New Year!!!!

Alora keeps saying this new year is when the world will end.

Somehow in my bones, I feel it is quite the opposite. For me, it’s a year that from this distance, appears circular and complete. By the end of 2012, I’ll have a ten year old, I will be married, and hopefully all this crazy hopeful energy I’ve been pushing into the universe will come to fruition.

(No, I don’t want to have another baby; because that is gross.)

I officiated a wedding a few years back and part of the ceremony read, “This is the point in the ceremony when we usually talk about the wedding bands being a perfect circle, having no beginning and no end. But we all now that these rings do have a beginning. Rock is dug up from the Earth. Metal is liquefied in a furnace at a thousand degrees. Hot metal is poured into a mold, cooled, and then painstakingly polished. Something beautiful is made from raw elements. Love is like that. It’s hot, dirty work. It comes from humble beginnings, made by imperfect beings. It is the process of making something beautiful where there was once nothing at all.”

I’ve always liked that statement because love is like that. LIFE is like that. Every day we should be making something wonderful, even when it’s rough around the edges.

Change the things you are unhappy with. No one else is going to do it for you.

Appreciate what you do have. It could change at any second.

Work hard for anything you want and don’t stop until it is yours.

Eat good food and surround yourself with the best people.

Those are my wishes for each and every one of you, and the people you love.

The Happiest of New Years! Cheers!

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Pop!

For almost 10 years, I sort of lived in a bubble of privacy. I kept my little family close and never let outsiders into the world that had been created by the hands of myself and my late husband. To me, it was just too intensely beautiful and special for the whole world to be privy to.

When Josh passed the bubble became smaller and more restrictive. I didn’t want to keep some friendships going because I was afraid of the pain I would have to endure if I lost them too. In hindsight I know that this logic kept me from a lot of things I should have said and done. Some of these things I can change; some I have and some I will very soon.

By accident on my part, this blog happened. My best friend bought a domain name, my good friend Andy developed a site just for me (which is now a WordPress theme), and my boyfriend made a logo based off of one of my tattoos (which I’ve made him change so many times it makes his eyes bleed). They did this all behind my back as a birthday present and when I was presented with it, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I still don’t.

However in them thrusting me into the internet, I didn’t realize I’d find myself again. I’d been everything but ‘Adryon’ for so long and suddenly  there was a piece of me out there that I didn’t have to hide or edit and it felt good to share my food, my life and some of its quirks. I’ve made friends with people I’d never met and may not any time soon. There is a small community of people who want to read things I write, create dialogue on a number of topics, sometimes hurl insults, but often make me feel I am close to a light at the end of the cliche-as-shit storm. To those of you who see yourself in that statement, thank you.

I’ve been (mostly) keeping a secret for a week now. Due to the oddness that is my life I didn’t want to share my personal happiness because I was uneasy about who would find the information and distribute it in a distorted game of ‘Telephone.’ To those of you who see yourself in that statement, fuck you.

So on my parent’s 36th wedding anniversary, here goes:

I am engaged and I am getting married.

I am happy in ways that can not be quantified or put into words.

I am getting married and no matter who is reading this, I hope you know it is the most beautiful thing I’ve said in a long time.

Consider this bubble popped. Forever.

Boom.

Thank you again. I love you. For cereal.
Adryon

 

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