“There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein
2014 was a busy and traumatic year for most of the world. Terrorism seems to be gaining the upper hand. We saw all those schoolgirls kidnapped in Nigeria, uproar in the middle east, riots and protests across the US, aircraft lost either vanishing into thin air or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. So we hope that 2015 will be a better time for all of us who inhabit this wonderful world.
So now it is the beginning of the second year of my new life. I have been so lucky to have a second chance at love – I almost said life and love but I need no second chance at life.
I have always said I have lived a blessed life. A long and mostly happy marriage, two adult children and four fantastic growing up grandsons, who could ask for more? And then some 18 months ago into my life sailed this new love.
I have written about 2014 and what a busy year that was. My sister came from London for five weeks, we went to Hobart to visit the Museum of New and Old Art. We went to Europe for three and half months and saw so many things that if my partner hadn’t taken 18,000 plus (yes in excess of eighteen thousand) photos I wouldn’t remember half of what we saw and did Then we moved house with all the attendant hiccups that brings. And then suddenly it was Christmas.
Our plans were for a quiet Christmas but the best-laid plans and all that. We had visitors for the weekend before Christmas, friends with three of their adult daughters, then on the 30th my daughter and her two boys came for a prolonged lunch and then it was Christmas Eve. The other two grandsons visited and exchanged gifts and stayed for lunch and a friend who was to spend Christmas with us arrived. That day we heard from my partner’s son that they “were all looking forward to spending the day with you”. So what was to be just three of us and my partner’s aged (99-year-old) father in law turned out to be a celebration of 10 people. But it was fun.
And it didn’t stop there. Friends for lunch, friends for dinner, dinner with partner’s son and family for New Year’s Eve, a visit to friends at the beach and in the middle of all this, the 99-year-old fell and smashed his face and ended up in hospital.
And of course, Christmas is in the summer here. Most people are on holiday and we have had a constant stream of visitors since. But hey – who’s complaining! We are having fun and the weather is co-operating so barbecues are the order of most days.
So I am going into 2015 with a happy heart and full of excitement for the year ahead. We are planning a less eventful year but anything can happen to change those plans.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go,
but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― Douglas Adams,
The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul