When it is truly time for a break, to tear myself away from the computer when the words are flowing so easily saying exactly what I want to say without effort or the delete button and to prevent sore back muscles and eye strain; I look over at my favorite teapot, a gift from a dear friend many years ago.
Yes, I tell myself with no argument from me in return, it’s time!
I put the water on to boil, and when it does, I use some of it to warm the pot, slush that hot water around its innards to heat the sides as well.
My mouth begins to water as my mind alerts me that a wonderful treat is at hand.
I empty the teapot, scoop a healthy spoonful of tea from the canister into the pot and pour in the boiled water, let it steep as the aroma tickles my nose.
No way will I filter out the true taste of my tea by using that horrible, commercial invention called a teabag.
Some people seem to think it took forever for year 2020 to finally be over. But I take exception to that. It seems to me that as soon as I turn the calendar to the next month, time zips on by in a flash; it’s the 5th, the 15th and when the 25th comes, forget it, the month is gone!
I find that I cannot keep up because time is passing by so quickly. I wonder if it is because I am immersed in my work, because I am content with my life or if there is a reason I haven’t yet discovered. But I know that time is zipping away too fast.
For the perfectly, slightly chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc wine that I toast to all my family, friends and acquaintances, new and long-time. I love you all dearly. You’ve helped form me into who I am today.
I’ve survived 2020 by wearing a mask.
That I still use my time productively as a writer.
That I’ve been in touch with my first Maid of Honor and she is healthy and still single, by choice, too.
For all the various jobs I worked at that gave me a full life of experience and empathy.
For all the people who have entered my life and made a difference. Some turned me onto a different path…and it was good.
For the angels who watch over me when I make stupid mistakes…or maybe they were just lessons to learn.
Music in my life. It can create a memory to write about or to just enjoy.
To have loved and been loved…the greatest reward on earth.
For those who overlook my scars and impurities and like me anyway, maybe even love me in their own way.