Thursday 19 December 2013

JOLLIES, BEWILDERMENT & SADNESS. BAH HUMBUG. NOT LIKELY.

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight,

Tis the season to be jolly . . . Or so they tell me.

Jolly? Christmas can be something of a mixed bag of jollies, even bewilderment, dare I write even sadness?

For many of us who reside on our own (as I do) the continuous 'cheer' serves only to remind us of what we missed this last year.

Hold it right there!

Aside from the obvious lack of a loving partner to wake up and share Christmas day with, hold-fast those thoughts!

   Plainly I can only speak for myself, pardon the pun, this written, oh my goodness rather OMG as is now widely used in common everyday global language within certain circles, although first used back in 1917, or so I read.

 So, back to ME.

  "OMG here he goes again"

 I faintly hear you sigh with an increasing level of foreboding. What will this man witter on about this time?

Well dear friends across the ponds, alleyways, vast expansive oceans of the page, sorry globe, it comes to me as if like an un-repentant tidal-wave of good fortune, a cheeky yet jovial flush of well, look, you have your red jumper on whilst penning this, so "all is not lost"

"Yep"

 I hear you sigh,

"init again"

Hold-fast those thoughts!

So maybe the year at this time is a mixed bag of jollies, even bewilderment dare I write sadness?

 Take bewilderment. I personally live in a constant bewilderment as to the markedly improved opportunities and quality of life 2013 has afforded. In self-imposed isolation for the large part of the last few years, to step out from behind the page in to life again has and continues to take me a little by surprise. I rejoice!

From writing to you as I do now, and within the pages of the beautifully empowering Women Scorned website, to playing twice this year in central London with fellow like-minded souls off the page to the stage. From which I have had the utter delight in meeting some of the worlds truly kind-hearted souls. Jointly and separately. Penning and celebrating with a globally acknowledged revolutionary full-service events management company within which I have found equally kind-hearted, dedicated and loving souls. To watching through a page, two of my closet friends embark on becoming a Mrs something or other and a mum whilst simultaneously combusting, sorry, moving with her soon to be husband to a leafy coastal village here in blighty, sorry England. Family life commences for them. Rejoice? Absolutely!

For you will indeed have your own unique to you moments of rejoice, I am certain of this if nothing else.

   Writing is always my solace, my friend and yes on occasion, my severest critic (one is ones own worst enemy) some wise young thing once wrote. And how right they are in my case at least.

My parents have and continue to rejoice in their new-look downstairs rooms including fully-refitted kitchen complete with the utterly adorable cheeky young thing ' Lady Thea' - the new puppy, although by the sounds of things soon to be the fully grown women of the house, next to mum of course.

Jollies, under any other name. Surely?

Sadness, yes, but in all accurate appraisal of the previous two emotions, joy (jollies) and bewilderment, sadness is along way off being at the forefront of this bag. Unless I let it. I have choice. So do YOU!

 Now, far be it for me to pertain to be any authority whatsoever on your good self, on your emotions, on frankly anything other than me. Even on my self I battle.

Well, you by natural progression are the sole authority on YOU!

So there!

 He writes whimsically whilst ducking out the way of a swift and stern glance as you recline yet further into your 'OMG what is he wittering on about chair'.

"I mean really. What is he . . .?"

If 2013 has taught me anything, the biggest and most far reaching lesson to be drawn is that lesser known term 'balance'.

To someone like me, a creative soul through and through,(quality always a judgement of any who care to read my words) for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, balance and I have a somewhat fragile relationship.

Therein lies the biggest lesson to be drawn from 2013 for me. As the big 30 looms in January - age is only a number -  I am in full support of this statement. This written, after soul searching for the most part of each day since what, September 2009, I can conclude to myself that it is balance that shall be embraced with somewhat more vigour in 2014.

Me , myself and I . . .  and you of course, live 24/7 together, and I am happy with the me leaving 2013. What will come will come, what will be will be, me, myself and I are at one! Almost!

For now though my red jumper and I stroll out on a crisp, blue-skies, December afternoon in search of that coffee shop which engaged me in Westminster,with my book, with a mind full of stories, in search of any and all ways to breath through the page for another year.

All around I see that mixed bag of jollies, bewilderment and dare I write sadness? And yet within my red jumper I am in control of what opportunities I choose to embrace, and so dear friends are YOU!

As you now groan,  "is he finished yet?'

In your 'OMG what is her wittering on about this time chair'

My answer is YES.

Until we meet again through the page, I trust this finds you in good health and a happiness

Peace Friends X