In which I am assaulted and overly sentimental...

I wrote this yesterday shortly before I was hit over the back of the head with a wooden rainmaker by a certain small person who didn't want to have their eczema cream put on. As I was sitting on the couch with an ice-pack on my head ringing in the new year I was certainly neither happy nor content, so it felt a little disingenuous to post this. But after a good nights sleep and a little perspective it's feeling a little more like the truth again...

across the festive season I've been in quite a few social situations where I've been asked 'what's new with you?', 'so what are you doing with yourself now?' etc. I flounder around trying to come up with some kind of exciting and interesting synopsis of my life to try and stimulate the conversation but the truth is there isn't anything big or boldly interesting that's happened to me in 2010. I don't have a glamourous job, I haven't joined the peace corp, I haven't recently trekked around Nepal or bought a fancy apartment at Docklands. There isn't anything to write into the old collegians about or for my mum to brag about to her friends.

But my hard won wisdom for this year is that most of life happens in the inbetween moments - brushing your teeth, eating your weetbix, hanging out the washing, not in the large sweeping brush strokes we tell people we meet at parties. I can honestly say I'm happier in the 'in between' than I've ever been at any other time in my life. I'm not constantly wishing I was living somewhere else, doing something else, in a better job, dreading next week, the next day or the next hour. Sure there are things about my life I'd like to change but when the chips come down and it's me alone at the end of the night with my toothbrush I'm absolutely content. I go to bed happy with a full heart and if my life never holds anything but this, that will be enough.

Happy New Year everyone! I hope 2011 is a great year.