Call me scatterbrained.
It wouldn’t be an untrue statement, let me assure you.
I am, even in the best of times a bit of a scatterbrain, although I do maintain that there are usually really rational explanations for that. Let’s face it, I am a very busy kinda girl. I generally have as many irons in the fire as possible, and then I decide in a moment of fanciful delusion that I need to add at least three more…
I have managed to arrive, again, at the end of another year. Whoop-de-hurrah. I guess. I don’t know. The whole thing leaves me feeling a bit whatever, as the kids say now. That pretty much sums up the experience of the past year. It has been a wild, wild ride, and I am not fooled, not one bit, into thinking that it is anywhere near the conclusion. Calendars or no, 2013 and I still have “unfinished business”. Those of you familiar with Beatrix Kiddo of “Kill Bill” fame can appreciate the sentiment.
All of that aside, I suppose I am meant to do some recap of the year, but, as you might already have guessed, I am nothing if not a bit of a non-conformist at times. This is one of those times. I don’t feel like reliving the last year, and I don’t intend to. So there. Take that, 2013!
I don’t intend to lay out plans for 2014 either, except for saying this:
I intend to live each day as it arrives and not a moment before. I can’t do a thing about things that happened ten minutes ago, let alone ten days or ten years ago. I don’t know what the future holds, to suppose otherwise is to invite folly. The only moment I have any say in at all is now. This is the only real place there is, right now is the only thing I can be sure exists at all. This is where I will spend my energy and stick my resolve. Right here, right now.
I am sure that this will be a year full of experiences, new ones, repeats of old ones, and that is good. That is as it should be. The past year saw some remarkable things, some good, some not so good, but dammit, I survived.
That alone is worth raising a glass in celebration.
Here’s to us:
The Moms and Dads,
The Grannies and Pappies,
Those fighting the fights,
Those telling the tales,
and to those who are all of the above.
May this be the year for all of us.