Saturday, December 31, 2011

New. Year.

Can someone tell me where the hell the year has gone?  I hear myself and others saying this increasing as we get older.  Months fly by and before we know it we are in the end of year rush.  But luckily, I have a quiet moment to sit and contemplate what has gone before and what may lay ahead.

2011, huh?  You know, there were some good things about you...but overall this year has been an annus horribilis for many.  And I guess maybe that's the roll of the dice some years.  It can be a hard slog.  It can seem unfair.  But there can also be moments of triumph, and some dumb luck thrown in for good measure.  We saw some great theatre (at the Malthouse), some great gigs, had lovely times with friends and Peter and I finally found a home.  What a delight it was to stop looking at real estate!  I also had a confronting year work wise, making me search for employment elsewhere (which is still continuing), and chucked on a few extra kilos I could probably do without.  I've deemed 2011 the year of mental health in our place.  It's been an up and down year for both Peter and I, but as promised, we've held each other's hand tightly and ridden the bumpy ride together.

I don't know what 2012 holds.  I'm hoping it's something good.  For all of us.  I think we could all do with a bit more dumb luck, and happy times.  Actually, life without drama or heartache would be kinda cool too.  I'm thinking about all that's gone on this year for me, and many of my friends.  And I hope at the stroke of midnight, something magical happens and we all simultaneously have smiles on our faces, love in our hearts and much to look forward to in the new year.  A girl can dream, can't she?

Anyway, this has been doing the rounds on facebook and twitter.  I know this song from When Harry Met Sally (such a great movie), and it's nice to hear it done lo-fi with a ukulele.  What are you doing New Years Eve?  Whatever it is, may you have a wonderful, magical night.  Stay safe, and keep your fingers crossed that 2012 brings happiness, luck and love.  A toast to you all, lovely people.  Happy New Year.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

So here we are...

I haven't written for a while.  It's basically because life just seems to have picked up speed the closer it gets to finishing up work for the year.  So much seems to be happening, and through all the mad rush I've been lucky enough to catch up with friends.  So it's been a nice kind of busy.  I guess it means life isn't dull.

But even though Christmas seems to be on our doorstep, it hasn't all be fun and frivolity.  Friends of mine, who have been together for over 20 years, have hit the rocks.  One friend is dealing with workplace bullying, while another friend has had a death in the family.  There's been a few mental health issues close to home and people everywhere seem to be talking about how they are so exhausted.  Life doesn't stop for the festive season.  In fact, sometimes it seems to make our 'to do' lists longer or put more stress on us.

I was talking to a friend this morning, who separated from her husband over a year ago.  She has made new friends and after some tough times, seems to have a spring back in her step.  I said to her that she looks happy, and her reply - 'I think I'm happy'.  It made me laugh.  It's funny how we question this.  Am I happy?  Am I happy enough?  Could I be happier?  I think it's important to be reflective about where you are in your world, and query whether you're just plodding along, or treading water in life.  She has a sparkle in her eye and seems to be thriving because life has gone down a different path.  It's filled with new experiences and spontaneity and friendships.  I don't think she should 'think' she's happy, as I'm guessing she feels it.

And perhaps there are times in life when we should stop thinking and analysing ourselves.  There's something to be said for going with our gut instinct, and listen to what's going on inside us.  I used to keep some thoughts and feelings locked down tight.  Perhaps we all have that little space inside us.  The space where we keep part of ourselves safe, or put the stuff we don't really tell other people.  Depending on the type of friendships and relationships we have, we may not share these things with anyone.  Over the last few years, I have changed.  I'm lucky enough to have a husband who I can tell all the difficult stuff to, and dear friends who want to listen too.  I find that as I get older I am becoming more open.  Hell, there are times when I write this blog, that I feel like an open book.  The reality is that people respond to openness and honesty.  It has made my relationships deeper and I find that I'm now surrounding myself with people who are opening up to me.  It is a lovely place to find myself.

Maybe this is the good thing about Christmas.  It's easy to get swept up in the commercial nonsense and buying frenzy.  However, I find that Christmas is a time for being thankful and taking stock of life.  Talking to friends, sharing the hard moments, supporting each other and celebrating the joys and finding reasons to smile and laugh.  It can be a hard road alone.  The journey is always better when you have people along to share it with.  And as I look around, I see people I love and adore.  I see people who held my hand and helped me through tough times, as I can hopefully do for them if they need me. Or if things are going ok, I'm happy to talk to them about music, food, clothes and shoes.  All the important things in life : )

So with only a handful of days to go until Christmas, I hope you find yourself amongst friends and loved ones.  May your festive season be happy and safe.  And may you be humming Christmas tunes like this one, for days.  Merry Christmas.