Maya told me yesterday that 2013 was her ‘best year ever’, and looking back I have to agree that it was a good one, thus totally debunking the myth that 13 is an unlucky number. (In our family we love 13, as both Joshua and Ben were born on the 13th of their respective months.)
Though the early part of the year brought heartache over the loss of our beloved cat Cosmo, we now have Wally who, if it is possible, is even more laid back and cuddly and who is a constant source of smiles and laughter due to his abundant lack of modesty in self-grooming and his penchant for dog-like belly rubs.
I could list all the things that made this year great, but those tend to read a bit self-congratulatory (see my recent post), so I’ll just say this: I learned a lot and most of it was good. A few people surprised me with their kindness and generosity, both in acts and words. Some old connections were renewed, old friendships brought to the fore and they served to enrich the lives of my entire family. On the other hand, I realized that one or two friendships had not stood the test of time, but that it was ok – that everything happens for a reason and ultimately for the good.
It was a great year for books.
This was the year that I became completely convinced that true learning cannot be quantified, especially when it comes to knowledge of things like self & others, empathy & awareness or creativity & innovation. The minute you put a number on it, or a grade, you’ve lost something invaluable and made it just another item on a checklist.
Finally – in music: ”Say Something” by A Great Big World, in movies: “Catching Fire” (this is how you cast a movie, people), in the aforementioned books there are too many to list, and in concerts, as always, Arlo & Pete at Carnegie.
Happy New Year to all.