I lost my voice on the last day of 2009. I decided it was a metaphor for all the things I wanted to let go of from the past year, allowing me to start the new year quietly and with purpose.
The last weeks of 2009 saw some sadnesses for a lot of people we love. I dedicate 2010 to peace and resiliency.
Per tradition, Liam and Milo spent the new year at the beach with my dad. Lucy slept through it, and Joel and I celebrated with dear friends and family, doing exactly what feeds us the most: spending time with people we love...
being goofy...
and sharing great food...
The next morning, Meagan and I ran Eugene's First Run, a 5K along the river. It had been pouring for days, but just before the race started the clouds parted and we ran under a blue sky and sparkly sunshine. Despite slight handicaps (Meg was sore from snowboarding and I had laryngitis...not to mention the quantity of champagne we'd both had only hours before...), we finished in 27 minutes, just about a 9 minute mile. (This picture is terrible, but at least it captures the blue sky day!)
(Then the Ducks lost the Rosebowl. But we were too happy being with our friends to be sad for long. There's always next year...)
1 comment:
I missed being with you this new years. Sounds like you've been having a nice holiday season. Let's talk soon! Or when your voice comes back :) miss you!
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