The View From The Loft: The Lessons of Moving
By Jim Coleman, Special to The Paper
Well, Thank God that’s over!
You probably think I’m referring to the election. Well, yes. Or maybe you think I’m talking about Thanksgiving. Well, yes that, too. But what I’m really referring to is my decision to pack up and move during the holidays.
As I unpacked all the boxes at the new house, I was so proud of the fact that I had the chance to rethink and reorganize everything I own. After two weeks of unpacking I was proud of my accomplishments and was satisfied that everything at the new house was organized, efficient and most of all, logical.
Then came Thanksgiving. I’m most thankful for the fact that I only had a small group for lunch because I could not find anything I needed. I couldn’t find the turkey platter, I couldn’t find the tea pitcher, still haven’t found the napkins (paper towels worked nicely) and who knows where the funnel to pour the fried turkey grease back into the jugs could possibly be.
Here’s the lesson to be learned. I don’t really need any of that stuff. My lunch tasted the same as it would have on the china and silver, and how dumb is it to put $1.59 Milo’s tea from The Little Giant in $85 Waterford glasses?
At the risk of being philosophical, 2020 has either been the worst year in my lifetime or it has been an opportunity to rethink what really matters and what is just needless fluff. I choose the latter.
As the holiday season approaches, I’m gonna do my best to get back to basics. I’m not going to kill myself trying to have big parties with tons of food. I’m looking forward to small groups of family and friends who are happy to eat off paper plates. I also plan to call or write to people I haven’t seen or heard from in a while instead of running around trying to get things done just to make a deadline. I plan to make contributions to causes that I believe in that have been affected by this pandemic. Quiet nights, a warm fire and a beverage of choice is going to be a delightful way to spend the holidays this year.
I learned a long time ago that life is what you make it. Being a victim is a choice. I’m taking this holiday season to slow down, reflect on the things that mean something to me and enjoy a less hectic, less crazy holiday season.
Oh!! I found the turkey platter.
Jim Coleman is twice retired as a financial advisor and flight attendant. A theatre geek, musician, arts administrator and preservationist, he lived a relatively obscure life until he crossed paths with Corby Winters. Jim chose Newnan as his new forever home five years ago and is dedicated to making our community the best it can be.