I’ve been very silly. I’ve left the last decade out to rot instead of putting it neatly away in the deep freeze. I’ve read what other people accomplished in the last decade and decided that I didn’t accomplish anything. But now that I think about it, I was at a very different place ten years ago.
Ten years ago, I was struggling to do things without really understanding why they were hard. Now, I still struggle but at least I understand what I’m struggling against.
Ten years ago, I was still attempting to keep my childhood out of my life, as if I could pretend that it didn’t happen. Now, I’ve come to terms with it and accept that it’ll always be there. Sometimes, it’s even useful.
Ten years ago, the people I went to school with were nasty, hurtful children. Now, they’re some of the nicest women I have met.
Ten years ago, I didn’t know Gill. Now I know her as a wonderful friend, one I will always be indebted to.
Ten years ago, I hadn’t even thought of doing any writing (apart from technical writing). Now, writing is something I enjoy immensely.
Ten years ago, my only social hobby was folk dancing. Now, I also look forward to the fortnightly meetings of my writing group.
Ten years ago, I lived in a small house in a beautiful neighbourhood. Now, I live in a large house with a beautiful garden in a less beautiful neighbourhood. You can’t have everything!
Ten years ago, I hadn’t visited India, Mexico and Guatemala. Now, I have.
Ten years ago, I didn’t have any online friends. Now, I have friends on Facebook, Twitter and more, friends with whom I can connect on a level rather than feeling like the unwanted poor relation.
Ten years ago, I didn’t have this blog. Now, I have the perfect tool for explaining all the things I couldn’t say.
As I hurry to pack up the last decade, I wonder what the new, fresh one will bring, where I will be in ten years’ time. I hope it’s a good place. And I hope all my readers will be in good places, too.