Happy New Year! It’s been a while since the last post. I think end-of-year relaxation and reflection got the best of us. But isn’t that what’s wonderful about the end of the year?
In January, we’re going to switch up our posts from subjects about introspective self-kindness to outward kindness toward others.
I live in the Avenues, which if you’re not from Utah, is the oldest neighborhood in Salt Lake City. Mature trees line the streets — sycamore, oak, maple, chestnut, and other ornamentals. Planted in the mid to late 1800s by Utah’s settlers, most aren’t native to my desert mountain state.
In my neighborhood, all walks of life mingle — college students who attend the University of Utah and share run-down houses, young couples in apartment buildings, professional couples in modern homes built on old lots, wealthy families who’ve restored grand homes from the early 1900s, and regular folks who live in smaller, historical homes. Single, married or divorced, gay, straight — of varied religions, race, and ethnicity.
The Avenues seem to invite diversity, activism, and most of all expression. You’ll often see signs in people’s yards. The other day while walking my schnoodle, George, I saw this sign:
And so I took a picture. Because kindness is everything. And I’m glad to live in a place where my neighbors welcome everyone who might pass by.