There are two great prompts for today for Reverb13.
Kat McNally gives us
Give us a sensory tour of 2013. How would you describe the year that’s passing in terms of:
I think the biggest aspect of my 2013 – with regard to senses – would be the beach. As Sweet Husband says, there’s just something about being this close to the beach. When things were difficult early in the year, I stopped taking the quick route to and from work and started driving there along the beach. Watching where the water would be, based on what time I was coming or going, see if there was a clear demarcation between the water and the sky far out on the horizon, knowing that it was there and would be there no matter how difficult it was, was soothing and comforting. The water lapping the shore, the seabirds, the jetskis a bit down the way. Sunshine warming the pieces of me not protected from the sun (having had skin cancer, I leave little to chance). There’s something about the smell of the beach – the salt and the sand, the sunscreen, in some cases the slight smell of decay or diesel fuel from the boats heading out. I am a child of the water. This is where I belong, I think.
And Project Reverb offers us
Anchor: What kept you tethered to 2013?
Sweet Husband. It hasn’t been an easy year. Earlier in the year I was working too many hours and as a result, I was incredibly stressed out. There was a moment where we were headed to his parents’ – I’d taken a day off – and the text messages and emails from work were coming in fast and furious. As I read each one, I got angrier. There wasn’t anything I could do about the problems being presented to me and on as we were supposed to be enjoying our day, it was an incredible intrusion. It was at that point that he kinda put his foot down – would answering those messages make a difference? would calling them back and offering my opinion make a difference in what I was going to find when I got back to work? and when I really thought about it, were all of those hours I was putting in making a difference?
It started a shift for me. I wouldn’t have gotten there without his encouragement. And when I lost my job, he kept telling me that if we could figure out how to make the financing work, he was not opposed to my writing.
Through everything, knowing that he loves me – that he supports me unconditionally and is my biggest fan and cheerleader – gives me the faith and confidence to pursue whatever it is that I need.
Which is not to say that he’s not willing to rein me in. There have been a few times that he’s had to give me a swift kick in the ass and say, “Baby. You have GOT TO DO X….” Which is part of why I knew he was the one for me. He’s encouraging and supportive and he knows when I need him to be firm and direct. He doesn’t let me have my way all the time and that grounds me.
Then, of course, there are the puppies. It’s hard to not be grounded when you’re picking up dog poo. I might be hot stuff, but at the end of the day, I’ve got a plastic bag on my hand, picking up doggie doo.