Everyone experiences stages in life where is seems like the odds are against them; and I am certainly no different. The last few months I’ve been feeling like the lead character in movie that is a mix between Bridget Jones, Jerry Maguire and the Pursuit of Happiness.
Admittedly random absurdities happen to me on a regular basis, for example just last weekend I managed to slice my finger with a knife within minutes of arriving at a temp job (there was a lot of blood), forgot the three main ingredients for the chili dish I attempted to make for a friend and then unknowingly added salt, rather than sugar to the custard I made for a potluck supper. Add these to other recent unwanted and unwelcome experiences, I found myself frequently praying for the end of 2011 to arrive quickly.
So it was with some relief when New Years Day arrived, bringing with it a nagging hangover, a shift in mind-set and a growing sense of liberation.
The photographs from the New Years Eve weekend added to the mood. Despite all that life throws at me, I have a community of caring, fun and supportive friends and family that believe in me.
It’s a brand new year, a significant time according to the Mayan calendar and I sense a year of great things ahead. Yet I cannot underestimate the value of the last few months. I have grown immeasurably and have discovered that most people are only too happy to help, if I let them. And perhaps best of all, I have plenty of new material for that future novel.