Do you remember where you were this time last year or last week for that matter? Me neither. I do remember though, where I was this day 12 years ago.
Ageing is inevitable and I would like to think that my increasing collection of wrinkles and scars has brought with them a modicum of associated wisdom, acceptance, and… appreciation. Strangely enough for my family and I, we have not moved house during that time, and have been in the same home for 14 years and counting. There’s comfort in that, and with it comes a warm fuzzy feeling of having planted ourselves in the right place.
What it has not been, by any stretch of the imagination, is, plain sailing. And that is okay. It is to be expected. As ups and downs, highs and lows, laughter and tears, positives and negatives, are what make life interesting. Whoever said “if it doesn’t challenge you, it doesn’t change you” has learned the lesson from the process.
This day 12 years ago, I took a days leave off work to watch a historic event unfold on TV. I wanted to acknowledge its significance. Today I’m a different and older person in the same room, following the same event on a different and newer TV with the up-to-date cast of characters. No day off required…we’re on lockdown.
I’m watching THE biggest reset button being hit.
Certain people are destined to remind us of who we are,what matters and what needs to change for us to move forward. I’m watching them as I write.
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