Dear Family and Friends



The first Christmas I remember is the year I turned four. At the time, my mom, brother, and I were living in a yellow house with French doors and—of all things—a carpeted kitchen. Ever the insomniac, I crept out of my room sometime after midnight and discovered a mound of aggressively pink Barbie accessories. And to tell you the truth, I loved them. I loved them hard. 

I don’t expect dolls this year. In fact, I don’t expect anything. It’s been more than two decades since “the year Santa brought me the Barbie pool,” so I’ve had time to learn that Christmas is less about getting and more about giving—about sharing love, time, effort, a kind word. It’s about selflessness, and about spending time with those whom you love. And, as we all know, it’s a celebration.

I’ve had “Birthday Party of the King” stuck in my head for a few days now, and I was humming it earlier, when I tested strands of lights and consequently glared at the ones that didn’t work. That aside, there’s a lot to be grateful for. At this time last year, I had already slipped into what would be a year-long depression. As you may know, I took a six-month leave of absence from my job at the state. Things were just too much, and I resigned in June.

In July, I started writing for Pivot Marketing (whose office is a ten-minute walk from my apartment). Getting used to “#agencylife” has had its challenges, but I love it. I’m so thankful that my boss is understanding, flexible, and encouraging. In the few months I’ve been there, I’ve written newsletters, blog posts, NPR radio scripts, ad copy, web copy, and video scripts. My clients include an architectural firm, a Jewish nursing home, an Episcopalian church, and a Lafayette-based law firm that gives me an excuse to swing by Purdue. 

Outside of work, I’m involved in a few preservation groups. I’m actually a board member for a non-profit that is trying to revitalize a historic theater that’s been vacant for 20 years. This means I attend meetings, listen to folks talk about tax credits, and then find a way to insert a joke about cats. I’m also involved in the Instagram community here in Indianapolis; I help plan monthly “Instameets” (photo walks) and help manage the account. It may sound trite, but I am thankful for Instagram, too. The heartfelt conversations that resulted from starting #depressionisalyingbastard helped me fight through an incredibly challenging time.

Things are better now. I laugh. I eat. I put on pants before 4:00 in the afternoon. I’m still head-over-heels for Ty, who’s been my “other,” my better three-quarters, for more than two years. And I’m madly in love with my brother’s son, Max, named for our grandfather. He was born in October, nine months after my brother told me, “You need to get your shit together, because you’re going to be an aunt.”

And I did, just in time. After months of desolation, I find that I’m filled with love—for my family, my friends, my “other.” I couldn’t have gotten through this last year without them, without you. So thank you, too. For your patience, support, and understanding. Thank you. I wish you the happiest and merriest of Christmases. May every strand of lights you own work, and may your days be filled with the things you love. 

Merry Christmas,
Dawn

6 comments:

  1. Yay, I love this! Glad (even though it was a hard year) that you have so many people around who love you and you have endeavors you love. And cheers for jumping into the preservation community!

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    1. Thanks so much, Kaitlin! This year has definitely been the most challenging I've ever had. However, I'm glad for all of the opportunities that have presented themselves, too, whether it's related to Instagram or preservation or my professional life. Each day is a new day, and even though some are more challenging than others, things are much, much better than they were last year.

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  2. This is beautiful Dawn! I'm so glad that life is turning around for you. I know these times never truly leave us, even if just as faint memories but I'm so happy there's an onwards and upwards again. Lots of love xxx

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    1. Thank you so much for your comment. I completely agree--these moments never truly leave us. They're always in the backs of head (Will it happen again? How long will it last? Remember how bad it was?). Some days, it's still a struggle. But, I'm definitely better than I was at this time last year.I hope you're having a happy new year!

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  3. Beautifully, honestly written. I'm happy for you reaching a better place in your life and wholeheartedly agree with you that filling ourselves and our lives with love helps makes things much better. May your New Year be full of much love and light, Dawn! Sending warm hugs to you...

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    1. Thank you so much for your comment, Lisa. Things are definitely easier when I'm surrounded by the people I care about and things I want to be a part of. Some days, it's still not "right," there's still something missing. But I'm better than I was at this time a year ago. Part of me always worries that I'll slide back into it, though. It's a fight every day.

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