Just a quick note to thank my new readers and subscribers for this year. I appreciate your support and feedback. This year has been a year like no other – the world is changing and alas, we must change with it. There are many bad things happening in the world right now, but I am incredibly thankful that this year at least I seem to have found my calling, and things are clicking into place for me. I’m enjoying my work and looking forward to new projects in the future. I have a big list of things I want to accomplish next year, and I’m especially looking forward to reaching out more and trying to connect with like-minded people. Yes, I’m an introvert who works from home, but us introverts still need love, right?
I would like to wish anyone reading this a happy Christmas and new year. Remember the more important things and let’s march on into the future!
This will be the last post on my blog this year, so I thought I’d make it a festive one. I am looking forward to Christmas this year; looking back on the past year, I have made some important improvements in my life, and I’m genuinely excited for the next decade, despite the political turmoil my country is in. I’ve always thought my thirties will be my most exciting decade, which sucks for my later ones, I guess, but I can be excited for it now, anyway.
So, I’m feeling better this Christmas than I was my last one. Here is a poem I wrote last December, which reflects the more sombre mood as that year drew to a close:
Sparkling lights on dark days. Grey mist and snow upon the hills. Fog and rain. Carols on the radio.
Frantic crowds, caught up in the national wave. Propelled by an imperative.
Christmas pudding by the fire. Walks through dark streets, home.
A collective memory, of childhoods long ago. The excitement of Christmas Eve. Grandparents coming around. Sitting on the carpet, expectantly. The smell of Granny’s tights.
To be that excited again…
Nostalgia for the years gone by. Gone, into sepia. Into dust. Into wine.
A time of looking back to the trodden path; it glistens, overlaid with dew of new days, obscuring the grain.
And looking forward, to the clock that chimes on New Year’s Eve.
This is the passing of the days; the ancient days. When all the world seems to stand still. In peace, in collective memory.
It’s a bit rough around the edges, I know. I might work on it a bit more. But I thought it was good enough to put up.
On that note, have a good Christmas, everyone, and don’t forget to crack open the Baileys! (Or other sinful beverage of your choice).
I’ll see you in the new year (2020! We’ll be in the future!)