instance,
n.
example
or illustration of general truth
One year
can seem like such a milestone when it is scrutinised within an inch of its
existence.
A year
ago tomorrow I turned a year older than I was and tomorrow I will be a year
older than I am today.
How do
you measure a year?
How do you make sense of time lapsed and tangled with
moments, people, places, choices?
Do you measure one year in
straight-down-the-line time? Do you say: ‘X’ amount of minutes has passed since
that point in my life?
Perhaps you measure it in how many suns have set or
moons have waned or tides have turned? Or perhaps it is the number of weekdays
worked and holidays earned?
This is
how I count a year:
An
infinitive number of cups of tea. 2 new houses and 2 new bedrooms. 2 semesters
full of 7 day per week agonising thoughts of the written word, the way to speak
both with authority & accessibility and countless nights punctured with
inconvenient learning breakthroughs.
A bunch of new friends; friends who
inspire, who encourage, who listen, who are hilarious without meaning to be and
who continue to enrich this little life of mine.
6 favourite coffee spots. A
couple of unforgettable trips with beautiful people to beautiful places. Endless
days and nights filled with delicious tunes. The realisation that in spite of
my small stature, I am able to make a difference.
A heightened appreciation for
mind over matter especially where the body is concerned. Too many glasses of
champagne and not enough glasses of red wine. Just the right amount of avocado
and eggs on toast. A handful of blissfully perfect moments. A whole lot of
scruffy hair.
About 300 hours of procrastination in the form of whistle
practice and baking. 47 pages or 12,896 words of self induced written musings.
4 weeks worth of wishing no pants Friday was an actual thing.
An enormous
amount of gratitude for the clean air I breathe and the laughter I enjoy. One-hundred-thousand
blessings, & one in particular who teaches me the pure joy of being open to
life & love.
However
you count a year, be it in time or space or cups of tea, make it count. Make
your moments worth remembering.
Learn lessons, find new limits, take chances.
Remember
the importance of kindness, honesty and being aware of your surroundings.
And never
be afraid to not be afraid.
Sometimes
life is what happens when someone asks you what you will be when you grow up
and you can happily answer: me.
SO MUCH
LOVE X
