This past few weeks I have mostly been distracted from writing by the chaos that is the Christmas holidays. Wonderful though this has been I find myself, like many, desperate to get back to some sort of normal. 'Normal'? I wonder! Only a couple of days ago, in the 'chrimbo-limbo' (as Sarah Cox referred to it on Radio 2), the journey through the no-mans-land from Christmas Day to New Year's Eve 'normal' was not the intention. The after glow of Santa's visit, generous quantities of cheese and chocolate, and liberal helpings of Port (other alcoholic beverages were available ... and consumed *ahem*) I was imagining 2013 as anything but normal.
I imagined 2013 as a place in which personal failings were resolved into a fresh new me! A place of less calorie consumption, more exercise and less, FAR less procrastination. Alcohol infused enthusiasm had me believing in a world where I could be positively charged to succeed. Now? Now I'm caressing memories of time well spent with people I love and remembering that fat is a lot easier to add on than take off.
"Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress." Charles Dickens
|'Normal' 16 going on 17!|