By Lorry Myers
At the end of each year, I find myself reluctant to throw my well-used calendar away. I coordinate the calendar on my phone but I also like the old-fashioned kind that I can hold in my hand and write in the margins and carry in my bag like I have places to go. When I hold last year’s planner and flip back through the months that made up the days of my life, I see the ghost of the year past; meetings, appointments and scribbled notations. Lunches and deadlines and places I needed to be. So much happens in a year.
Still, what’s written in those calendar boxes never really says it all. I can point to a date and show you what I did but I can’t show you the minutes of the events that changed me or the lessons learned on those days that I will carry into the next year and beyond. Things like:
Cancer wants it all.
Not all broken things can be fixed.
Sometimes, a daughter has to be the parent.
I don’t care how you voted; I care about you.
Bullying doesn’t just happen in school.
Everybody needs somebody.
Big trees fall hard.
Your strength can be someone else’s weakness.
People can forgive but rarely do they forget.
Beautiful places are just around the corner.
Now, that list of wit and wisdom isn’t everything the last year taught me, like the list of my mistakes, the words would take more column space than I’m allowed. Not written in those scribbled calendar boxes are those un-scheduled events, all those little things in life that happened and reminded me of lessons I’ve learned in years past:
For the complete column, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard.