Sizzling summer temperatures, low key sunrises, gardening, cycling, swimming, ice creams, reading and afternoon siestas, pretty well sums up the month of January for me. In between the sweating and ice creams were other goings on, such as:
Twiggy the Kunekune Pig
She lives on a property situated on a well used cycling route, we exchange a snort and a hello whenever I pass. Until, one day I didn’t. Oh well, obviously pork was a highlight for that household over the festive season. But, I was wrong and early January I was ecstatic to see Miss Twiggy, and her wider girth. I have now come to the conclusion she is a beloved family member and won’t be seen with an apple in her mouth on a Rotisserie.
The Deactivation of Facebook
It had to happen sooner than later, and January was the month I took stock of my time on Social Media. No longer do I get annoyed daily trying to sift through all the “crap” to obtain “real” news from family and friends. Now, I can spend more time writing and reading blogs/books with the aim of hopefully improving my writing. It is about quality over quantity when it comes to social media and for us it needs to be applied to all aspects of our life.
Yes, I can still keep in touch with folk by taking time to chat in real-time or various other forms of communication. Now with extra time up my sleeve, I shall use it wisely.
Two Birthdays and an Anniversary
It hasn’t only been the sunrises that have been low key so have we as the Squire’s energy level and sense of well-being haven’t been the best at all during January, which meant no trips away that was okay as we enjoyed being together at home. For some reason I had no inclination to take photos, so here are a few moments that I did capture alongside thoughts on growing a year older.
Changing of the last digit and bingo we are both another year older. Time is going too fast, and I didn’t want it to be another year, simultaneously, I did as it means more time together.
Each time life has thrown its impermanence at us, we have launched our hopes into the universe, and this year we plead more than ever for more time. We want as much time as possible which inevitably means growing older.
We can look at ageing as something that happens and is beyond our control. The way we like to view receiving a badge of honour each year is indeed a privilege.
Each one of us can either focus on the destination or the journey.
The wear and tear of ageing are evidence of all the living we’ve done; marking our bodies with keepsakes and reminding us of where we’ve been. Our scars are souvenirs from times we tested boundaries, pushed personal limits, and learned about caution, risk, and judgment.
Our freckles are relics of the carefree, sun-filled summers of our youth. Tanning our skin [or in my case more like burning my pale skin!] on the long sandy beaches or the seas. Where time has stood still and savoured as there was nowhere we needed to be.
The lines on our faces tell the stories of our lives. Happiness, gratitude, sadness, fear and bits of everything in between are the rivers of emotion that, over time, formed lines around our eyes and mouths, leaving signs of how this life has shaped us individually and differently.
We shall continue to welcome the candles and embrace the privilege of age. Each birthday is another year we get to be together. For me, with a husband who supports and loves me unconditionally. Which I know the Squire acknowledges I do for him.
Hopefully, we have luck on our side; we shall indeed have more time to enjoy those belly wobbles, develop more wrinkles and treasure quality time together. Of course, all of these will come with more wisdom and hope.
When we blew out those symbolic candles this year, my wish for both of us is the same as always, for us to share another trip around the sun together, creating more memories and adding more candles to our birthday cake.
Joining in with Su from Zimmerbitch and the rest of the crew for a review of January.