New Year's Eve, Wellington, New Zealand. Only eight hours till the New Year. The sun is shining, the temperature is warm, our summer project is finally underway, and we still have another 6 days of holiday left.
Christmas Day seems like an age away. The day went well, and we had unusually hot weather. Visitors have now all left town, and it is time for us to get onto our New Year projects. Yes, there were some ouch moments. (For example, I should know better than to rhetorically ask the question "what's the point of life?" then take a breath before answering "to be kind and happy." Taking a breath allows an unthinking brother-in-law time to say "to reproduce." I think I knew that's what would happen, but said it anyway. And I am becoming a little more antagonistic in my old age, and had a retort ready.) And with all this sunny warm weather and wide open windows, we have had to endure the sound of neighbourhood families playing backyard cricket with their visitors. Occasionally that can make the two of us, sitting alone in our quiet house, feel a little melancholy.
But there were also plenty of good moments, enjoying the peace and quiet, the ability to go to bed late and sleep in the next morning, to have afternoon naps (or afternoon delights), and to do whatever we wanted.
And now we face the end of 2012. 2012 has not been great for me. I've been sick, felt old, and some weight I was hoping to lose has come back tenfold! I'm finding stress harder to deal with, but wonder if that is because I've been feeling overwhelmed. And moving some of those things off my to-do list might help with that. So too will accepting the aging of my mother and in-laws, knowing I can't do anything except deal with it. Acceptance provides a great release and relief, I have discovered in the past, and I attend to embrace it in this coming year. So I'm hopeful for 2013.
And I hope you all have a better 2013 than 2012. I fully intend to.