That’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it. The first thing I did when I opened my notebook was type “2018-12” – I got so far as the month and year before it dawned on me that it wasn’t right. Yesterday came and went and I was not really focussed at all on the fact that it was the last day of the year so it is no surprise that today also feels like just another day. I’m so slow to process things sometimes – it might be February by the time I get around to really reflecting on 2018 as a whole. I dunno.
I think perhaps that if it’s been a bad year, I feel more of a pull to wade through it and try and sort it all out so I can figure out what to do differently. This past year was a great year actually so I’m not as inclined to sit and think about it and write about it. I don’t really think there is anything I should change. I’m exactly where I want to be and I am doing exactly what I want to be doing so what is there really to reflect on? I suppose maybe giving a good nod to the universe for finally coming through for me is appropriate. I probably should acknowledge that as I am endlessly grateful for finding the love of my life.
If it is a horse, call it a horse, of course, of course and so today is New Years Day. A new day, a new year, another opportunity to think about the future. Another opportunity to daydream. I’ve got ideas and schemes and plans, but nothing quite concrete yet. I’ve got more thinking to do about it before I’ll be ready to commit to any one or two or three things. Once official declarations are made, there is no going back. That’s just who I am. I don’t ever want to be wishy-washy or do things half-ass like so I need to really be sure before jumping in.
Just now the last lecture has just let out and I’m going to wrap here and go back in to listen to one of the graduating students give her reading. I’ve been doing a good bit of driving this week back and forth to attend certain events. I’m now at 50/50 on what is better – staying here, in a room, eating the buffet food day after day or driving back and forth each day. Both have their benefits and drawbacks. At least with the driving, I have time alone in the car to think. That has been nice.
Perhaps I will have more to say about the new year (or the last one) later. Perhaps.