Yesterday was kind of a big day for me. Something that I had been working towards
came to a pivotal point. Whether it went
one way – or another was to be seen. As
chance, fate and luck would have it – it went the way I wanted.
However, the busy month had taken its toll. I was a unique combination of exhausted and
hyper. I wanted to do something that
evening but I wasn’t really sure what.
One of the best things about moving to Zurich is the people
that I have met. My BFF Zurich friend
knows every teeny tiny detail about my life – and I his. I met him pretty much the day arrived here
and he quickly became my anchor. Someone
I could count on through the good, the bad and the ugly.
Lucky me.
Just over two months ago I met someone else who has also
become quite special to me. As I paced
the floor somewhat agitated they arrived with a bottle of wine that kicked the
butt off of anything I had in house. He ordered me to sit, sip my wine and tell
him about what was going on in my world.
So I did.
“Dawn, I am proud of you,” he said.
Truth was, I was kinda proud of me too. It isn’t easy moving around and making your
way in a foreign place. So as cheesy as
those words were, they were also exactly what I needed to hear. The agitation disappeared and I let the words
warm me a little.
My phone buzzed with some texts from my son, Zurich BFF and
others. I sipped my wine, smiled at my
friend and read my texts. What a day…
In life we get to choose the company we keep – and that is
about it. I have been alone, and I have
been lonely. I have made decisions for
the right reasons and the wrong. I have
made mistakes – sometimes the same ones repeatedly. I have spent time with people who didn’t
deserve it and neglected those who did. But it was in this moment that I realized - I
had gotten it right.
I used to enjoy reading your column in whichever Kelowna paper used to carry it and have missed it since it's no longer there.
ReplyDeleteWhile browsing/wasting time I came across your Twitter and followed it here. I was wondering where you went.
Your closing paragraph is beautiful. Sentences 2-5 could be unfiltered thoughts I revealed to a ( very talented) ghostwriter only to see them appear poetically in print as my own- and the 6th fills me with a hope I never knew I had. Thank you.
Thank you Mike. That moment was a pretty special one for me.
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