It’s here. After all the anticipating. Reflecting. And reviewing. After all the planning. Promising. Goal-setting. Resolving. After all the partying. Crazy hats. Noise-making. Party favours. Popping corks. Dancing. Dining. Drinking. Kissing.
After the countdowns. Clock-watching. Drum rolls. Crowds. Couples. Tourists. Revellers. After all the singing. Cheering. Clapping. Shouting. Texting. And calling.
After all the champagne’s gone. The tabs settled. The whistles discarded. The aspirins taken. The make-up removed. The shoes kicked off. The clothes dropped on the floor. The beds turned down. And occupied. The pillows pounded. The lights off.
After the morning after. The hangovers. The headaches. The red eyes. The sore throats. The upset stomachs. The moans. The groans. The recriminations.
We’re mere hours away from a brand new year. What better time to reflect? When I started this, particular, blog back in August I really had no idea how it would turn out. I woke up one morning and decided, there and then, I wanted a blog. One just for ‘me’. Where I’d write every day come hell or high water.
About anything and everything. Whatever popped into my head. Whatever inspired me. Whatever I felt like writing about.
And before I could change my mind, I picked a format, played with it a bit, wrote my ‘pages’ and had my first post written. And published. All in the space of a few hours. I was committed. Publicly. And anyone who knows me Continue reading →
Don’t know about you, but I’m ready. I’ve seen quite a few of them come and go in my time. Sometimes I’m kinda sorry when the 31st comes along. When it’s been a good year; and I wish we could hang on to it, just a bit longer.
But this year. Ta Ta. Vamoose. So long. Scram. Ciao.
Not that it’s been awful for me. It hasn’t. It’s got nothing to do with ‘my’ world. I’m talking about the world at large. The one we all inhabit. The idealist in me is disappointed. And frustrated.
I’m ready to say good-bye.
To violence. Unnecessary bloodshed. Guns. Knives. Grenades. Bombs. The threat of nuclear weapons. Dead bodies. Young. Old. Rich. Poor. Lives cut short, for no reason. In our neighbourhoods. In nearby cities. Continue reading →