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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

525,600 Minutes

We moved back to Atlanta just a little over a year ago.  And since then, I've been thinking a lot about this past year.  I know I keep harping on it.  Maybe I just don't know how to let go.  Tumultuous.  I guess that's my best description for it.  We've been though so many changes.  So how exactly do I measure this year?

In the miles traveled to reach home? 
In the number of phone calls to my sisters? (Thank God we have the same cell phone provider.)
In the number of friends we made and reconnected with?
In the number of times I've yelled at my girls?  (Far too many.)
In the number of times those girls have made my heart melt?  
In the phone calls to my husband, praying that his day was going well?
In the smiles that I now see on his face since leaving that hell hole of a law firm?
In the number of tomato plants I have killed this year? (Just too damn hot on that porch.)
In the number of tantrums my kids have thrown in public?
In pots of tea?  (Hot Cinnamon Spice only, please.)
In the number of books I've read?
In the number of times I've reread my favorites?
In blog entries?  (Ha.  Not these last few months.)

Perhaps the better question would be how does this last year measure me?  I'm a little scared to ask that question.  Part of me thinks that I've spent quite a bit of time pretending to be a zombie.  I'm not sure anyone would notice.  I think I fake it quite well.  Maybe not these last few months though.  

But I swear.  This is the end.  I'm done taking stock of this past year.  This is the last whining post I'll write.  At least for a while.  


natasha the exile on Mom Street said...

That's not whining, that's venting.

You have little kids, you know what *real* whining is!

I'm trying to measure my life in sunrises these days (they're free and I'm up to see far too many of them anyway).

And my word verification = rewrings.


Dyar Baby Momma said...

I am glad you moved to Atlanta selfishly, even though we haven't yet met in person... I enjoy your blog and your tweets!

Anonymous said...

I have an idea. You could measure the year:

In the number of challenges faced and overcome.
In the time spent with the ones you love.
In the increased time spent with the ones you love over previous years when you husband was at his hellhole job.
In the generousities you have displayed.
In belly laughs.
In jokes you've made.
In risks you've taken.

By all measure, this has been a great year.

Erin Bassett said...

Hi Angela, just stopping by from BlogHer@Home.

Moving is always hard...but, the longer you live there the easier it gets.

thepsychobabble said...

Hey, everyone is allowed to fret and whine on occasion. It sounds like you had a crazy busy year.
Been There Done That. And it is not fun.

I like the above suggestion that you count the year up in achievements and overcome challenges. :)

Nickie @nsmith729 said...

That's totally not whining. And sometimes it helps to get things off your chest aka vent! If you can't do that on your blog, then where?

I hope this year is better by leaps and bounds. I totally understand the last rotten year...had one myself.

(Found you from BHAH09- blog hopping!!!)

Colleen said...

Found you from BlogHer@Home.

I like that you are choosing to close the chapter instead of letting it continue to write itself and run away with your life. I also think of time in quantifiable questions like you do and pots of tea has to rank up there as one of my favs of yours.

Cheers to the next year being YOURS.


Anonymous said...

Jennifer and I are so glad that the Poole family returned to Atlanta! We look forward to what the future holds for all of us.

PrincessJenn said...

Sometimes the best thing you can do is vent and get it out there. You never know when someone might have a piece of advice or a different point of view that shakes you out of your funk!