So there I am in my local bookshop browsing away when I happen to listen in on a conversation. A man and a woman were discussing their Christmases. With my over-active imagination, it sounds like they are tired of living to excess. Parties galore are a thing of recent past. They move on and talk about presents and walks and friends and happiness.
That’s when the feeling of inadequacy hits me. The questions arise; what did I do for Christmas? Where have I been, what have I done? The answer, not a lot. On the surface that is the case, anyway.
When I returned to the flat, I took the time to think about what I have done. Some might consider it too much, others, not enough. Whatever they think, by comparing myself I risk losing my sanity.
I am who I am, but there are times when I’m not always comfortable with that. I strive to better myself but I am in danger of destroying myself in the process. This year has seen a dramatic change in my life. From a man who was little more than a hermit two years ago, I found myself going out countless times. Next year, I have plans to change my life once more. As I have learned though, plans are no good if you don’t set them in motion.
I’d like to end now with a phrase found in a fortune cookie
‘The greatest battles are that with our own minds.’
Take care everyone, wishing you all a happy new year, wherever you are.