My Decade’s Highlights

On New Year’s Day, my social media feed was filled with everyone’s accomplishments in the last decade.

As a *true* enneagram 1, I responded with joy for them AND self-critique for being un-accomplished.

Then I went for a run.

I thought about my last decade.

I got choked up.

(Getting choked up isn’t so good for breathing while running).

I’m always on to the next thing. I’m really good at self-criticism. It’s hard for me to relax and enjoy.

But looking at my last decade, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude.

And it chokes me up.

I started the decade by overhauling my dissertation chapters to meet the critique of my readers. I had no romantic prospects and I rented my apartment.

Then I earned my Ph.D.

And I took students to Syria where I met the man who would become my husband.

I started Woman, a rite of passage for Nyack seniors that continues today.

I married.

I birthed and breastfed two wonderful boys.

I wrote and Cascade published The Book of Womanhood.

I started my own website and blogged.

I did some podcasts, wrote academic and popular articles, spoke at conferences, in churches, at retreats.

We bought a house and closed on my due date for boy #2 (he waited for a week).

We took students to walk St. Paul’s footsteps in Greece, traveled to Lebanon, Syria, Czech Republic, Austria, and Hungary. We even camped across the USA.

I started learning Arabic (still working on that one).

I was promoted. Twice. I even won some awards.

I taught a bazillion classes, biked many miles, and ran a lot.

I celebrated communion and officiated weddings.

I made a lot of mistakes.

I was forgiven. I forgave.

I grieved. I rejoiced.

I have a million reasons for gratitude.

And yet, I hope that if there was no list, I’d still be grateful. Grateful that I get to breathe and walk this earth. After all, whatever happens, it’s only by God’s grace.

About Amy F Davis Abdallah