I know it’s a little late, no, very late since it has already been a month since the start of the new year. It is still a beginning.
I have a new 2012 planner in hand, a new diary and most of all, a new heart. Together, I’ll tread into 2012 with light steps. Everything for now is unclear and unknown. I have no idea what’s going to happen and frankly, I’m worried and excited at the same time. As much as I want to say: “Adventure’s out there!” I can’t, when all I do most of the time is migrate from my bed to my sofa and my mind wonders. To nowhere. When I lie on the sofa, I think to myself, so what now. But I’m still stuck on the sofa. I think about the things of the past, imagine the future and I’m missing out on the present. See, I know that. But somehow the present sticks out like a sore thumb and it is just, sore. Perhaps I spend too much time looking at it.
I’m not gloomy, it’s not a bad start of the year. It’s just slow. Maybe because I’m growing older? Instead of bounding and leaping, I feel like an old woman, carefully strolling on the stone path. I sound like one too. No worries, I’ll just hang a sign around my neck that says “Old Woman coming through, Give Way”.
