This last week has felt like a week of endings. of joyous journeys coming to a natural end. The past few weeks have been packed with adventures, jaunts and catching up – not just with my breath, but people, places, things. Books; Netflix series, after series; and my patience with accessibility on my laptop – have all come to their own sweet ends. Just like the endless days which now shorten to a time of encroaching darkness; greyer skies and lower temperatures – summer is on its way out and with it a new era is about to begin.
As Carrie said goodbye to her apartment, I felt envy, and somewhat empathy, for her new chapter when facing my own new one (well I did until Aiden put the five year order on her – I mean? What has happened to these icons?). My last supper was not served up by a Michelin chef, nor do I have a two storey New York apartment waiting in the wings. But, like Carrie, I feel like I am saying goodbye to something important. Something that has helped shape my journey as a person. The past months have been an eternity of golden hours; a quest for the perfect Bloody Mary (success at last) and endless long walks framed by blue skies and verdant landscapes – all spent with the best of people I know. However, with autumn around the corner, I feel some frustration at not achieving everything I set out to, and feelings of apprehension about the future.
RP does that to you…
Summer is my favourite time. For many reasons I wholeheartedly love it. Longer days give me time to breathe: enjoying a larger and brighter world. Higher temperatures mean I don’t need to wrap myself up in a million layers. School holidays mean vacation time – I get to explore and soak up sunshine and culture on some glorious island: basically, I get to live a more independent life. I get to live! my life becomes easier and I get to tick more things off my sight-loss bucket list. It leaves me lighter and with a feeling of resilience, of being able to do anything.
And…as much as I go on about me (I know, I am A Lot), there is something far more important that happens than my own private tick list of ridiculousness and frivolity – my family. Summer brings my family together. The Big E – my Dubai daughter and her family visit during the school holidays and this is a very looked forward to event. It is a time of high days and holidays. Where nobody really cares about anything other than having fun and being happy together.
But, as the tide of a new school year draws closer, all the things I had looked forward to, embraced and loved all summer, I have had to say goodbye to. Goodbye to various crappy series I’ve been addicted to streaming (why do we miss such shite worlds?). Goodbye to a plethora of worlds I’ve enjoyed via my vicarious reading habit (again, why do I feel I know these people?). Goodbye to my Greek odyssey (I will be back). And mostly goodbye to my family who are just starting their new school year 3500 miles away.
Bank Holiday Monday brought a heavy heart. Moth helped with a nice lunch and Barbie film. However, I still couldn’t help feeling cheated – that everything was ending too soon.
So, I did some soul searching. I made statements of gratitude. I listed all the reasons I felt, and continue to feel, grateful.
And I realised that I am spoilt. What right do I have to be sad? I thought. I am lucky, I am blessed, I am grateful…
So, with a renewed vigour I am taking the world on. In yoga we are told to rid ourselves of something that no longer serves us. Therefore, I have begun to physically cleanse – starting with my bedroom. I am facing what is around the corner (darker days, colder nights and a new academic year). I am reorganising my wardrobe (it is meant to be colour coded but we all know anything could have happened), I am sorting my drawers (again, I thought the white top I have been wearing for five years was pink). I made a list of anything I might need (more shopping and I am meant to be saving). And although this is just ‘sorting’ I felt it was a good step to being positive. By tackling the things I no longer need; throwing out rubbish and being strict with myself, I have achieved more productive and ready to face the journey ahead.
Once upon a time I would have allowed the darkness to descend. I would have allowed myself to crawl away and hide in its depths. The Fear would have been too deep and penetrable. I would have cowered and allowed myself to fall into an abyss. but, that was then and this is now. By facing up to things I have learnt to grow and not be afraid of the shadows. That old cliche ‘It is better to have loved than to never have loved at all’ springs to mind. As does the one about making ‘each day a new horizon’. And as sentimental as I am, my renewed strength and determination means I am starting a new tick list. I am going to embrace the honey days of autumn. I am going to warm myself in front of my fire. I am going to continue to grow.
It is not goodbye, just the turning of a page to a new chapter. Let’s hope it is even more exciting than the last…
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