Letter to 2018; Dear Time.

Dear 2018,

You have been an interesting one. Every year, family members’ Birthday and Christmas cards declare (and pray) that THAT year will be MY year. In some ways, this year has.

I do sympathise with you. I mean, you are just a year; 365 days; 8,760 hours; 525,600 minutes – each one of these holding endless possibilities for everyone and anyone to cultivate and celebrate. We expect a lot from you.

Every New Years Eve, at the stroke of midnight, we expect to be reincarnated into a new, updated version of ourselves.  Time; we somewhat expect you to automatically shed us from our Christmas cocoons, revealing our brightly coloured wings; donned with elaborate prints of promises that we have dragooned ourselves into achieving. We flutter towards these excessive expectations in our masses; and even though we know the legend of Icarus, we continue to soar towards the scorching sun . Big pressure. It should be called ‘January Bruise‘ with the amount of pressure and punches we take; falling at our freshly raised resolutions.

2018; You are just a year. You are not a career promotion; a car; a significant other. You are time; and this year, I began to realise this. Each year I am guilty of writing a grocery list of things that I must succeed during those specific 365 days; and if I don’t? I have failed. I am starting to understand otherwise. You do not expire at the stroke of midnight. You are infinite. You are a rolling contract. The type of contract that carries your unused data over to the next month; or year. The type of contract that works for us; however we want it to work.  No hidden clauses; no small print.

So I thank you, 2018; time. I thank you for offering these 365 days; 8,760 hours; 525,600 minutes, which I was able to seize and save some memories which will roll over into 2019.

I thank you for offering me time with my Nan; allowing me to share some memorable last moments with her. I held her hand, kissed her head, and watched over her in her last hours. Thank you for this time.

I thank you for offering me time with my friends; allowing me to share some exciting adventures with them.  Watching us all grow into the people that we are today. Watching loved ones get married, engaged, give birth, and crack the career code. Thank you for this time.

I thank you for offering me time to visit other areas of the world. To go on holiday and explore some amazing places; leading to me exploring more of myself. Thank you for this time.

I thank you for offering me time to challenge myself; to question time itself and the value of it. To offer me time to analyse my use of the time given to me, and the realisation that time itself is precious. I was excessively burning through this precious time like it was unwanted calories.

I thank you for offering me time to target and tend to the special plants in my garden, and helping me to find the confidence and conclusions in carefully removing other plants. I understand that these plants are just being repotted, and that I can place these back in my garden if I choose to in the future.

I thank you for offering me time to understand time itself. That this time offered to me is a gift; a voucher which I can use to purchase any path that I wish. There are no terms and conditions; just an expiry date. There are the obvious trends and traditions that people often put this voucher towards purchasing; but this is not the only path to prowl. Thank you for this time.

Thank you 2018; Time.

 

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