52 Weeks 500 Words
This is how it began: Justine (not her real
name) decided to write 500 words (or as near as), anything goes, per week for 52
weeks. She would then submit it for anonymous posting, via me, her friend.
Perhaps a pattern will emerge from her words, but at this stage it’s more an
experiment I have agreed to share in. I’ll attempt to draw conclusions at the
end of this. Stay tuned if this resonates with you.
Week 42
"Oh, I had the greatest ten days in a long time! We decided
to get together, brother dearest and I, and I flew up north to the plateau part
of South Africa. I tell you, it gets pretty cold up there, but weather and
temperature was far from our minds the whole time.
We did all the tourist stuff, took many photos, ate too much
and laughed all the while. And we talked. We talked so much! We have definitely
reconnected and no distance in living arrangements will again become distance
in our relationship. This is the best feeling, knowing neither of us will ever
really be alone.
Treasure family. If something is wrong, attempt to fix it. I
am well aware sometimes it is better to walk away from a toxic family member
and I’m not saying fix it with someone you know will entirely destroy your
peace of mind, but your brother or your sister can also be your very best
friend. The cousin you knew as a child may become that, or the aunt who always
sent you little notes when you were growing up. Age is immaterial; the
connection counts.
I thought I was alone, and now I know I am not. Happiness is
realising our foolish pride can be set aside!
Friends, too, can become family. Sometimes a friend is more
family than we realise, for they are always there without judgement. I said I thought
I was alone, but I wasn’t, for I did have family, I had and have amazing and
supportive friends, and I treasure them absolutely. I can’t wait for my brother’s
visit towards the end of the year, for then I can bring him into my friend
circle and I know already they will become part of his family as he will become
part of theirs. I met his BFF while up north, a great teddy bear man who smiles
all the time, and he is now part of my family!
Do I sound as I’m rambling? Floating on my happiness cloud,
I may be stringing thoughts together to make some kind of sense for you, for
me, and all I may be succeeding in doing is sounding random. Well, that’s just
fine by me, for right now I can’t stop smiling either (like the teddy bear
man!) and I hope you can at least sense how contented I am with life at the
moment.
If something is wrong, fix it. It does make all the
difference.
I came home to RAIN here in the south. The heavens had literally
opened up and it rained and rained. Dams are filling, fields are green and the
dust of many hot months is now washed away. In a way, for me this was a
blessing. It was like having my return home anointed, validation of what I have
learned and who I am now. Maybe that’s a bit freaky, but when I stepped off the
plane, I felt blessed. I was home and new, as the familiar world around me was
again new.
Life is good."
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