Don’t mean to sound like a twat, but let’s review what we have
on our hands. Shall we?
Acceptance. Of growing older, physically (we
can agree I was mentally 42 a decade ago).
Empathy. For snot-faced kids that I’d
previously treat like radioactive Uranium. Because I didn’t have a single walk
out in the cold when my nose didn’t decide to behave like a malfunctioning
water pipe.
Comfort. In finding colleagues that really are
adopted family. And discovering, rediscovering the best of friends. The kinds I
can’t not be completely honest with.
Happiness. And repeatedly finding it in small
meals, small travels, small pegs, small treks, small budgets, (many) small
conversations, small campaigns, small reassurances and massive hugs.
Courage. In trusting my overly enthusiastic,
untrained, whiskey loving, sister-from-another-mister colleague with my fragile
hair for a free hair cut.
Motorsport. Dear nosy relative who cried about
me not having a long-term relationship in my life, meet Motorsport.
Brevity. And being reminded of its importance
at work..and in life. Sigh. #CanIHireAPersonalCopyWriter
Entitlement. And why getting rid of it is so
important.
Beauty. Of lakes and hills. Everything else is
temporary.
Tears. Frustration. Heart break. Failure.
Agony. Because who am I kidding?
Sleepless nights. Wait, scratch that. Who am I
kidd...zz.
David Bowie, among others. Donald Trump, among
others.
2016 dropped by all of that and more. She
alternatively knocked me out cold and slapped the widest of grins on my face
but either way, she was a stunner. Go one better, will you,
2017? *fist bump*
