Two weeks into the new year

There is something very nice and fresh about looking forward to a new year…almost like unwrapping a your birthday gift...a feeling of hope, happiness and a great deal of curiosity bundles you up in that one moment…

Probably two weeks into the new year is that stage where you have set yourself a great deal of expectations and each day unravels itself over the year to finally confirm whether that gift that you finally received was just as you expected, or absolutely better or  bitterly lesser!

And as you get used to writing 2015 in all the documentation and mentally compute how many years of existence you complete this year, it’s always inevitable that you look back into the year that was. And yes last year was no scarlet year in my life…definitely not mind blowing or life altering! I didn’t achieve anything that would differentiate me from the rest of humanity on earth….I didn’t have the courage to follow all my crazy dreams..I didn’t go to that Guitar class that I promised myself at the start of the year.. I couldn’t stop my natural impatience outbursts that I had wanted to wipe myself off…and the list never ends.

But all that guilt aside, I did make a move from my snug and comfort zone into a frying pan of another job..almost a plunge rather than a move..hoping that I grip this opportunity than let it go…and 2015 will be part two of that rollercoaster ride…whether there are more curves or bumps or some smooth sailing is something the year will tell me.. I did miraculously survive the role of playing mother to a toddler who progressed from babbling to clear and concise communication patterns…I did finally visit the land of my dreams and knit together a fabric of travel experiences that will stay with me for lifetime…so maybe it wasn’t all that bad?

And more than appraising myself for the last year maybe I should just say a silent prayer for simply being able to write this blog this year….simply be grateful that I was not in that Uber cab on a late night ride…that I was not at Church Street at the evening of the blast…that I was not on that fatal Malaysian airlines flight..sometimes the joy of a new year comes in simply being alive and be able to scream Happy New Year!