New Years eve is one of those nights where in the past I have found myself less than impressed with the way the night panned out. I’m a bit of a romantic. I’ve always wanted to movie-moment New Years. The love. The long kiss into the New Year. The perfection of that hollywood moment we are sold in so many films. I’ve been yet to have one of those ring-in-the-new-year romantic moments. Every new year in my adult life I’ve wished for them. Most of them I have been in a relationship and the opportunity was there for the perfect moment, but it never turned out that way. As life, as I have all too many times discovered, is not picture-perfect.
This new years was different in so many ways. I was without the relationship, but not short of love. At the stroke of midnight I was right where I needed to be. My beautiful baby girl in arms, my wonderful grandfather by my side and sitting comfortably on the back deck of my Aunt and Uncle’s house, watching the Sydney sky burst into colour. And as it turns out, it’s a pretty perfect picture after all.
I’m not one for resolutions. I’m not one for making promises to others about promises I’m making to myself. Instead I start this year with one hope, and that is to move forward… to find joy… and to not waste away my days by looking backward and wondering what-would-have-been-if…
I hope you all had a beautiful new years eve. Even if it was snuggled up in bed fast asleep next to someone you love.
May 2013 bring each and everyone of us great joy,days full of laughter, happiness, peace and a deep sense of belonging.