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the year of saying yes

Lake party

Jim and I took a quickie side trip to Burlington because he had never been there. Since I’m not much of a shopper or a money-spender we drove down to the lake to just look at it. Turns out it was frozen sufficiently hard that people were out messing about on the icy surface — skating, sliding, photographing, walking pets, kicking ice. It was a festive and sort of surreal mood. We walked around on it. I, of course, took a few photos.

Yet another of my unstated resolutions is to try to get around my normal cynical overthinking brain and try to say yes to stuff more often. Yes to people coming to visit, yes to invitations to do things, yes to couchsurfers dropping in (hi CJ and Alison!), yes to more work (within reason), yes to “can you help me move?” and yes to “would you like dessert?” among other things. I have a tendency to talk myself out of doing new things because I’m actually pretty happy with the old/existing thing. This is a pop culture thing to do apparently, but I like to think I came up with it on my own.

I’m off to San Francisco tomorrow for a quickie meeting and some burrito eating and by the time I get back on Sunday movers should have gotten all of Kate’s stuff out of Casa Highland. Even though Kate’s move makes all the sense in the world, I think we’re all a little in denial of how great it was to have a clubhouse (and a parking space!) in the city. I’ll miss the old place.

What do you think?

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  1. by the time I get back on Sunday

    I guess that means you’re saying no to the meetup on Saturday night, huh? Sorry we won’t get to see you, but have fun in San Francisco.

  2. It only took me a few years to get back to blogging! I was just glad to be able to find you again. Your pictures are amazing…yes, yes, yes!!

  3. Have you read ‘The Year of Yes’ by Maria Headley? It is a wonderful book.

  4. So, I read the Oprah Magazine article, and I have to say I was pretty horrified that they let the article’s author teach at Bennington’s low-residency program. Ouch.