Lessons I Learned in 2019.

Surely, 2019 has taught me more than I realize. But this is what I've noticed.

• I learned that I really must not stop reading, even for a day. I slip away from it so easily. 
• I reviewed the importance of theatre for me. In 2019, I saw eight musicals with Bruce. Amazing. And now, I'm not longer a sort of guide; I'm a spectator. 
• I've learned that my Google Calendar is critical. Josh and I have linked calendars. If it's not on the calendar, it probably doesn't exist for me. I try to add appointments and events right away, and I try to review the calendar on my phone a few times a day. BSD (or the accompanying meds) have trashed my short-term memory.
• I found out that time alone together is not only special but also vital. Last June, Josh and I stayed in a hotel (thanks to my dad) for two nights while Oliver stayed with Mom. Josh and I worked on being alone together--so strange now! I want to try again this year. 
• I learned that Josh has talents and capabilities of which I was only vaguely aware. I both ask more of him and praise him more. I'm impressed with him.
• I found that I can get my pets needs with someone else's pets. I've spent some good time with Bruce's cats. I think I've even won over the aloof one.
• I learned that parenting requires love but also courage and determination, even despite pain and fear. I survived Oliver's having surgery (tongue-tie) and my having to perform miserable post-surgery care. 
• I learned that despite everything, a patchwork family can come together to help or to celebrate. Oliver had his six grandparental units for his birthday. Everyone talked, sat together, and simply joined in love for one adorable eight-year-old.
• I learned that I can find professionals who can and will help me, and I can manage changes. My psychiatrist, my therapist, and my primary care doctor have all changed recently (not by my choice), but I think the new ones will be good too. 

2020, please teach me gently!