Signing off for Christmas today with a quick, slightly reflective post. I had such great plans for December, posts about amazing women, posts about the city I live in, posts about music, posts about so much stuff. It turns out that December continues to be the month where I put my head down and try to power through. This year has been deeply challenging at times, emotional at times and transformative.
Like my December posting schedule I did not achieve all the things I set out to do, but not in a way that makes me feel disappointed or sad. It turns out that making plans is something one must do while making room for everything to change and those plans to fall apart through no fault of your own. This year has been a year of learning to be flexible, of letting go of the need to control everything and of finding peace. I have done all those things, and though I might have travelled less than I hoped it has been fabulous.
Christmas will see me wrapped in the bosom of my family in a rented cottage by the sea. There will be long walks, sea air and so much food. There will be overexcited children, steam trains, bottomless champagne and a lot of laughter. I am really looking forward to it, and to coming home to my flat for the last new year in my flat. I am moving home early next year and I feel like it is time.
So Merry Christmas to all, may it bring you all the things you need.