It’s New Year’s Eve, the day before another year begins. We’ll all be another year older; after a certain age, you really don’t put much stock in those kind of things. You just get that every day is a day for new beginnings. Life is sweet, precious and fleeting and putting things off until tomorrow, well that becomes less and less an option as the years fly by.
At least, I hope that’s what I’ll do — the attitude I’ll keep. I’m traveling as I write this — seeing the landscapes of different places that other people call home. We were guided by a big fat moon last night, with a ghostly kind of halo around it.
Our drive is about sixteen hours or so and as we drive through several states en route to the place we call home right now, I think of something my Mom said before I left, “Brigitte, you’ll always be okay, you’re a gypsy, go on and get on with your life.” She’s right — I’ve called many places home and ever since I could read about different places, I’ve wanted to go, go, go.
It was very difficult for me to leave where one of those homes were — where my family is now. We hugged each other, me and my parents as if we’d never see each other again. But we will. My sisters are good. My parents are good. I’m a little more at peace about it now.
I’ve left the land of the Delta Blues and now I’ll try to get back into my New York groove. Any kind of normal, routine-like groove will suit me just fine now. I think.
After one goes on a two-month chaotic, adrenaline-filled, tension-like state, I wonder — will it take awhile to calm down? Will I try to create some chaos when I get back? This may seem odd but I’m a little apprehensive. A little apprehensive about going back and beginning my new beginning because that’s exactly what it will be. Anew. New. Beginning.
I don’t think my back/shoulder muscles have relaxed themselves yet. Seriously.
I’ve heard that we all manifest stress in different places. Some have migraines, headaches, joint pain, stomach pain, but manifest itself it will. I’ve made it a habit to calm myself when I need to and I’ve gotten much better at it. I breathe in deep and push all that stress out with a big, long — ahhhhhh. I don’t want it to get stuck inside me somewhere — you know all that stuck negative chi-like stuff can mess with you physically, mentally and emotionally.
So on this Eve of a New Year, 2013, my New Year’s Resolution is this:
Breathe in. Breathe out. Welcome change. Embrace it, because it is the one thing that will happen, it’s inevitable, part of life so I’ll not fight it so much anymore. I’m going to make it my friend.
Happy New Year, my dear friends and please know I WILL comment on your blogs…I’ve really missed reading them and commenting on a regular basis.
Press play below to enjoy two songs about two places I’ve called home.
Here’s to 2013!!
P.S. (Thanks to Char at Joy in the Moments and Vikki at The View Outside for giving me the Blog of the Year, 2012. Please visit these beautiful, talented, and intelligent women if you haven’t already. I promise I’ll “play” once I get home — thank you so much).