Here they are, my little gingerbread lovers. I’ve missed them. A year goes by so fast…. There is homework to do, kids to grow, books to read, a thesis (or even just a journal entry) to write. Yet in some ways a year can drag. A fragrance or signpost or a fleeting dream – and all of a sudden you remember things as if they happened only yesterday. It’s cruel. Like Penelope Lively said in Moontiger: “Inside the head, everything happens at once.”
But if there’s one thing I learned in 2013 it’s not the value of nostalgia, rather the freedom of the Beautiful Superficial. The 6.30am starts. Watching the sunrise with the middle kid. Listening to him chatter, chatter, chatter. The same kid everyone says is so quiet. The kid who I used to think was quiet. That is, until I started to get to know him. Lying on the couch with his head on my chest, watching as the sky changes from grey to orange to blue, I can’t believe I ever could have chosen to start the day any other way. Yet I did. For years I have been distracted, too busy hanging onto the past to be able to cherish the hundred beautiful superficial things happening to me every single day.
So 2013 is about Quitting to get ahead.
The empty space above represents all the other stuff I could say, but won’t. I’m not sure about this blogging thing anymore, as if I ever was.
Merry Christmas everyone. From me – and The Pretenders, who clearly didn’t get my memo on the futility of nostalgia.