It’s that time of year again. Yes, it’s the Holiday season, and yes, it’s the time for us to be joyful and merry and make resolutions and be introspective. The Holidays are approaching so quickly. WordPress already has their list of favourite blogs from 2014, and they’ve launched their annual theme for 2015 – which will be here before we know it.
I guess this is part of the whole “introspective” thing, but seriously; it can’t just be me who thinks that this year went by in the blink of an eye. What’s funny though is that for me 2014 did go by in the blink of an eye; but it wasn’t the kind of thing where you blink and miss it, if that makes any sense.
This year I had tons of opportunities to reflect on what was happening, and to sit back and say to myself, “hey – life is pretty awesome right now.” Strangely enough, I was always aware of the amazing things happening, my year still flew by.
I mean, wasn’t it just yesterday that I was lying outside in the sun reading, dreading the end of summer? And wasn’t it just last week that I was fully immersed in that summer? Usually by this time of year, the cold and dreary December, summer is a distant memory. But my summer this year was something special, and I am holding onto it so tightly that if it were a china vase it would have broken.
I have albums full of pictures of the summer, and I often have a file of these pictures open on my computer to look through. “I’m not nostalgic,” I say, as I retreat to this file and relive my trip to Europe, and having all of my family come from all over (literally, all over; from Calgary to Australia) to my cottage, and every other moment.
“I’m not nostalgic,” I say, though I haven’t changed my desktop picture for nearly 6 months because it is a picture of the summer – a picture of myself, my younger sister and my cousin splashing water at my brother, a sunset over the lake in the background – and it makes me happy everytime I see it.
I tell myself I am not nostalgic, because I don’t want to be. Isn’t nostalgic a word for people with regrets, and for people who live in the past?
I am not nostalgic in that sense. Because, as amazing as my summer was, my life is still amazing right now. I mean, I’m not currently in England, or canoeing in Algonquin Park, or at my cottage stepping over the air mattresses in the living room (because there were so many people that we needed air mattresses), or arguing over whether or not an elevator is a vehicle (man did those games of Scattergories get heated)…
I may not be in any of those places or doing any of those things… but I’m still happy, in the present.I just wish the present would slow down a little bit. I’ve learned that time is a funny thing. When we want it to speed up, it slows down (any student starting at the clock can tell you that). But when we want it to slow down, it seems to speed up.
I don’t want to be nostalgic, but time is going so fast! I try to slow down and appreciate it – I make lists of the things I am grateful for. I have the quote “It’s not happy people who are thankful, it’s thankful people who are happy” written on my mirror. As appreciative as I am the clock still ticks onward, moving forward. And I suppose I must do the same.