One of my words this year is connect and I was thinking about it as I came to write this post. What am I grateful for this week? The people in my real and metaphorical “neighbourhood”. Of course I cannot get the Sesame Street song out of my head now.
As I walk my dog I am connecting with my neighbourhood in a new way – people who stop to say hello, walking streets I usually drive along, experiencing my streets at night or early morning, other dog walkers / owners are now a part of my day to day life – nice to meet you all.
As I need support, emotional or in real time – help you out – support, I find it amongst the same people over and over again. These are my people and I have started to trust they are here for the long term. The friends I bounce ideas off of, the ones who give me feedback, the ones who seek me out, the ones who have a kind word that lifts me up on a low day, the ones who watch my kids when I have needs that must be met, the ones who allow me to return the favour (this neighbourhood needs to be filled with two way streets).
As I look forward to a new school year starting next week I am grateful that we have stayed put in Brisbane and now have a solid group of friends. Our kids enter new classes this year moving up with some kids they know, but waiting to be surprised who else is in their class. I am the least worried about that this year than ever before as they (and I) are no longer reliant upon making new friends in their classes. They will enjoy their classes and of course make new friends, but we all have friendships we continue to develop and invest our time in. We are no longer just starting out, praying we find “our people”. There is something wonderful about just easing deeper into existing friendships rather than feeling like you are forever auditioning for a part in someone else’s life.
Edited to add: less than 2 hours after writing this i was making dinner and managed to slice off a huge chunk of my finger. Everything that i had written came into play since my husband is away and my kids could not stomach all the blood in order to help me. I could barely manage to keep pressure on the wound, blood would not stop, had to instruct my daughter to call a friend. That friend was on her way to me when her car would not start. She called another friend who’s husband came to my house. Then first friend made it over. She took the kids and fed them, he took me to the doctor and stayed with me for more than an hour and a half through the nurse, then the doctor and supported me while i cried from fear, pain and nausea. Then went home with first friend, her husband walked my dog and then drove us all home. I was grateful before, but am now beyond grateful to know that even when I am flying solo there are people to step in and help me.
What are you grateful for this week?
Find your simple,
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Linking up with 52 weeks of grateful over at Village Voices.