What I want this year

Let me start off by saying, gifts – receiving and giving is my love language. A sincere gift is how I express love and receiving a thoughtful gift is how I feel loved. I love opening presents. I love watching others open presents. So, that should make what I’m about to share even more powerful. I don’t want anything this year for Christmas.

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Broken Table and Broken Dreams

I finally conceded I needed to give the table away. It is a big (by today’s standards) kitchen table probably built in the 1940’s. All wood, it is heavy and cumbersome. Not really designed for today’s compact modern world. But for me giving it away was a difficult decision because it represented a dream unfulfilled. Although I have lived long enough to know the importance of plan B’s in my life, giving up on a long held dream is not an easy thing to do. I took comfort in the fact that the table not only represented a plan B in my life, but it must have also been similar for my grandma nearly 55 years earlier. We are connected with this broken table and broken dreams. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Table with the three leaves leaning against the wall
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It’s not the thing you fling

I was ready.

In 1997 I lived in Texas where I served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  As a missionary, I spent my time preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ.  At any given moment, I needed to be ready to share a profound thought usually expounding scripture.

I’ve always been a fan of adages and I collected quotes that I thought were short nuggets of profound wisdom before my mission.   The more obscure the reference the better.  By the time I left on my mission I had a library of rather exceptional maxims.

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Just the good ol’ boys

If I remember correctly, I was in kindergarten when the television series The “Dukes of Hazzard” claimed the top spot in the Nielsen ratings.  It is entirely possible I’m wrong about the dates.  Sometimes I remember things differently than other people.  Or the even the truth.  The other day I argued with someone about when she taught primary.  I was pretty insistent I was right until I realized, uh, she probably knows her own timeline better than me.  Oops.

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