Today was my last day of answering "43" if someone asked my age and I had to be truthful.
I hadn't thought much about it at all, when I passed this tree and it started me thinking about what a complex, involved, difficult, rough kind of a year it has been - and not just for me.
So, what did I learn as I sometimes danced, sometimes crawled and rarely slept through my 44th year on the planet?
I learned that...
*I look awful with longish hair. Truly awful.
*That people can appear to be very strong from the outside, and yet be struggling terribly on the inside. Never take for granted that someone in your life is "coping".
*You never know who a hero is going to be in a crisis.
*Photography and music are more than just hobbies for me, they feed my soul.
*I could never get bored with the scenery in New Zealand.
*That I am a person who does better with less on her plate. Some people really enjoy being flat out busy all the time, and there is a certain amount of social glamour attached to people who are always on the go. I however, do not thrive in a hectic environment. I thrive when I have time to creatively approach my work, and when I have time to "be" with my family. This means stepping away from many other commitments. Unfortunate, but necessary. I make no apologies.
*That Twitter is a bit like Wonderland, full of amazing things and people but it can be very dangerous too.
*Green toenail polish looks atrocious. Don't do it. Your toes look gangrenous.
*That the unusual shape of the tree with its anguished looking twists and angles, is what makes it interesting. And so too with people - it's the challenges in life that make us interesting.