Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble. ― Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
Around this time of year I become a mix of things: usually two-parts contemplative, one part nostalgic, one part uncertain with a dash of melancholy thrown in for good measure. I spend the last few weeks of December looking over the year that’s gone and try to piece together what will come in the year ahead. I also get into a bit of a strange mindset as I decide how to celebrate the holidays abroad; something that has become tricker over time. Don’t get me wrong, there are many benefits to experiencing a special holiday or event in another part of the world where customs may be vastly different. There are new foods to try, new music to listen to and new traditions to take on.
What’s funny though is how utterly homesick it’s still possible to get after all this time. Homesick for friends and family. Homesick for days gone by. Homesick because of restlessness. Homesick for something familiar like a foot of snow and the slap of 29 degrees below centigrade (not including the wind chill of course) across your face. Homesick for oddities like hideous fruitcakes that moonlight as doorstops, or the sight of a row of perfectly lit up homes with the kind of decor that makes you think every day should start with Christmas morning.
All this homesickness despite being a wandering woman who left home a decade ago.
My, my…time does fly.
I find my way through this period by reminding myself that December is a month of letting go and moving ahead. The end of the year is a time of shape-shifting. It’s a time of releasing. It’s a time for renewal and it’s a time to get the hell on our way.
In whatever direction we’re headed.
Here’s to a cozy and fun-filled holiday season with plenty of intolerant-friendly food and raised glasses that contain the perfect bubbly and/or chardonnay and/or aged whisky. Regardless of where you are and who you’re spending your holidays with, this Intolerant wishes you all the best for the closing of 2012 and for the New Year to come.
I have a feeling that 2013 is going to bring us more adventure, change, success and goodness than 2012 ever attempted to give. So because staying stagnant is such an utter bore, let’s dream big. Forge ahead. Lean in.
Look for trouble.