One day I’ll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day…when dreaming ends?
In the midst of everything else that’s been going on ‘off page’ I nearly completely lost sight of the fact that we’re ticking away the last fully twenty four hours of 2013.
As I get older it seems that the years both go faster (something that I was always warned about even as a child) and yet I cram more into them. 2013 was exceptionally good to me on many many levels, and it presented – as they all do – it’s fair share of treacherous climbs and stormy seas. A very great deal happened in the past twelve months that never made it past the brightly coloured filmstrips of my own memory, and never will.
Never, after all, assume that I tell you everything 😉 I’m a secretive little thing really…but that’s somewhat beside the point.
But no, no matter how good a year has been to me, I don’t mourn its passing. Mourning the past is a terrible waste of emotion. Celebrating it is better, acknowledging that it’s part of what made you who you are.
Approaching a new year is like one of those dreams where you find yourself walking up to the edge of a cliff shrouded in fog; you can see only shadows of what lies ahead of you, and there’s no telling what will happen if you step off the edge – could be rocks, could be water, could be marshmallows. It’s your dream; you get to choose how you land. Or maybe you’ll just decide to fly.
One thing I found out this year? My wings are stronger than I thought they were. They’re a little beaten up and wind-torn in places, and sometimes they go a bit dark around the edges like someone has dipped them in deep blue-black ink, but they’re strong. Stronger than even I sometimes realize, until I find that I’ve been carried up and over something I didn’t think I could stand and am safely landed on the other side.
2013 goes out on a swirl of crimson and silver, with the whisper of butterfly wings and the fading memory of spiced rum, white sand and seawater. 2014? I don’t know yet. And perhaps there is more joy in the not knowing than there is in the anticipation.
Wishing you all a safe and joyous New Year.