Finding ourselves sans children Friday night, we decided to try a neighborhood restaurant. From the hostess’s lively welcome, to the last bite of our desserts, this was a night to remember.
Hubby enjoyed a basil martini while we waited at the bar for our table. It’s like an Italian margarita, the basil is an not only a fragrant, green splash of color, but added an unexpected flavor. I tried the spice Mojito made with vanilla rum, pear puree, and Allspice syrup. Amazing.
We took our time, ordering one item at a time to share, and sipping wine while we waited for our next dish to arrive. We savored our meal and enjoyed each others company. It’s been a while since we’ve had the chance to pas de duex, which made our evening all that much more enjoyable.
It’s been a year since I received that fateful phone call, heralding the separation between my company and me. My grandma used to tell me that whenever a door closes another opens. But does it follow that one is ready to face a closed door or, for that matter, an open door? Maybe not, but life doesn’t necessarily happen on our preferred time tables.
I lost a job, and with it I lost friends and co-workers, my very identity, self-esteem, and self-worth. That’s a lot to lose in one fell swoop, big losses to grieve over. While I quickly found a new job, getting acclimated to my new situation, learning about my new co-workers, and making new friends has taken time. I’m still working on rebuilding a new and improved me, which is not at all strange, as I am a believer of continued self improvement. Even so, I am proud of how far I’ve come.
This past year has been a time of profound change, yet I didn’t face my challenges alone. I have found truth to the Buddhist proverb “When the student is ready the teacher will appear.” I am grateful to the teachers who have guided me along my recent journey. Without them, I would surly be lost.
Wishing you the luck o’the Irish, today and every day.