- Voted, even though it was an off-year election.
- Took four teenagers to the funeral of one of their classmates to offer my love, support, and guidance. It was one of the saddest days of my life.
- Wrote a post on teen suicide that went viral. It was surprising, and it was humbling because it introduced me to the powerful stories of some who are much closer to this issue than I.
- Drove the carpool a dozen times.
- Shoveled the first snow of the season. And the second snow of the season.
- Cheered my daughter at her first dance team meet, and watched an honorary daughter, who I’ve known since she was a brand new baby, in a high school play.
- Learned how to sequin a dance costume, a task at which I am marginally skilled. (I paid someone to do the second one.)
- Watched a doe and her fawn on their daily trek through the yard.
- Counseled my son on the proper use of social media. And then “counseled” him again two weeks later.
- Discovered where the mice are entering the basement.
- Cooked a Thanksgiving feast for just my family of five and let the kids eat in their pajamas which, as it turns out, is their favorite Thanksgiving “tradition”.
- Retired a favorite pair of yoga pants.
- Took my oldest and my youngest to a performance of the opera. An appreciation for opera happens to be one of the few things they have in common.
- Helped my daughter address a knotty scheduling problem, and then let her cry it out for 15 minutes afterwards, sitting in the car in an unheated garage.
- Repainted the hearth. It has needed a new coat of paint for twenty years.
So no, I did not write 50,000 words. Are these excuses? Not really – just a partial accounting of my time so I can see where I go from here. Perhaps I’m not an author, but I’d like to think I’m slightly closer to a life well-lived.