It’s the last day of the year and New Year’s Eve, for me, will be spent in this lovely lounge at Heathrow and then in a not too tiny metal tube in the sky, traveling from quite far north to the Southern hemisphere again. Back to South Africa, this time for much longer. I’ll arrive at just after midnight, East Coast time, and somehow starting the new year there seems very fitting.
I’ve been listening to conversation here in the airport about New Year resolutions – it seems to me that one either loves the concept or loathes it and these ladies are on opposite ends of the spectrum! Still, it got me thinking – I don’t make the stereotypical sort of resolution any more, haven’t for years – and yet, I have been resolving lately to make one big change in my life.
It finally dawned on me that I’ve been living my life in order not to die. Safety was not a feeling I experienced as a child, and I have sought it out, unknowingly, it seems, for decades now. And I’ve been safe – very much so, for a long time now. I guess there’s really nothing wrong with that, except that I didn’t have a clue I was doing it.
And except this – I’d like to live in order to live, rather than have all the focus on the not dying. I’ve been thisclose to death enough times, have been diagnosed with dread diseases and walked around with my neck broken – and more, and here I am. So maybe it’s time to put all the emphasis on living now, eh?
All of which should make for interesting posts along the way, wifi connection permitting. I hope you’ll join me.
For now, a very Happy New Year to you and yours, wherever you are, and whatever you are resolving. Or not.