my favourite image from 2011 by Mckinley Rodgers Photography
Over the course of the last 365, I have gained a husband, a family and a new name. I stepped off the Carousel of Contracting and took a punt on my first permanent job in 10 years. This has proven to be a mixed bag of pros (pension contributions, funded training, paid leave, relative job security) and cons (less money, less autonomy than expected, the Human Remains Sausage Machine of Woe). I tried some new things: like attending beginner ukelele lessons (I need to practise much much more), I helped to fundraise $20,000 for Christchurch, and I picked up a gun for the first time in my life and turned out to be Dead-Eye Dick.
We ate A LOT this year: the big table was moved into the living room for many soirees with loved friends. And we got a BBQ. We enjoyed a few travelley-trips, mostly around England: to a Northumberland Ducket, Cheltenham, Porthmeor Beach, Brugges, Rye, and a between-jobs-staycation. One weekend was just a cab ride away.
After a soul-searching Skype with Randi and many more in real life with Ash, the prospect of parenting has slipped further and further down to the very bottom of our to-do list. And while this feels so right for us, there is a small part of me that grieves a little for the little llife that we might have made but that will never be.
Out in the world its been Crazy Times. It started with the monsoon rains in Bris Vegas, then horrific scenes from Christchurch and Japan. For a week in August there were riots all over England. And the sovereign debt crisis in key Eurozone countries continues to baffle most of us with the squillions of zeros required to bolster economies. I am sure I am not the only one with a sneaky sense that they still don’t really have the answer. And then the Occupy Movement picked up the gauntlet of our fears and frustrations and the sheer injustice of the economic melt-down. I am full of love and admiration for those who are present in the protest. It gives me hope that the questions being asked will force us all to rethink capitalism and to shift the rules of how we want to live.
I don’t think that the planetary alignment or lack of a Mayan calendar, will result in 2012 being The End of Days, but there does seem to be shifts occurring. Perhaps next year will come the realisation that small really is beautiful?
There is much to be thankful for.