Dear 2014,

You’ve been a prat of a year really, haven’t you. As a race humans really seemed to lose the plot this year, as well as a few planes and the lives of significant people. We’ve seen an horrific rise in people drinking from jars, and missing the recycling angle of this hipster trend by purchasing them – however this trend does beat the footballer drinking from his own penis. People died in a chocolate cafe in Sydney, people died from illness and age and accident, and people were defeated by their sadness. I broke my ankle on day three of the holiday of a lifetime, and I learned that there are things worse than physical incapacity.

Image by Monty Brinton, at www.imdb.com

Image by Monty Brinton, at http://www.imdb.com 

Source: theaustralian.com.au

Source: theaustralian.com.au

Image by The Naughty Corner

Image by The Naughty Corner

But 2014, you’ve had your good points.

I am the proud owner of a brand new ankle. Our Fidge survived a paralysis tick, I met some amazing people who are working their arses off to help local lost animals, I attended weddings and funerals and witnessed depth of love at both.

Photoboothing it with my beloved.

Photoboothing it with my beloved.

My besty moved to Melbourne, and the reunions have created an element of anticipation and excitement that we didn’t have before. Because we lived together and saw each other every day. This year also saw a reunion and reconciliation with a woman who was a very dear friend several years ago. We fell out, and through bizarre twists of fate were reunited in strange circumstances. I have to tell you this one: If you have the opportunity to offer someone a second chance, or even the chance to explain actions – give it to them. I am so glad I did. And of course, the usual suspects and oddballs that are my essential companions in life continued to rise to the occasion of being my mates.

Image by The Bear

Image by The Bear

Image by The Naughty Corner

Image by The Naughty Corner

2014, you also brought to us the news that the Scouting powers that be had deemed my beautiful and much loved Scout Group as too small to be functional. Somewhere in the battle to save our Group, a committed and brave parent told the local paper about what was happening. The Scouting head office rang, and I found myself (as well as the other leaders of our Group) stood down from leadership and banned from Scouting.

But the fight? Always worth it.

Because that is what I am taking from you, 2014.

I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter if your cause triumphs or if your battle is successful. It doesn’t matter if you agree with every single thing in the world. It doesn’t matter if you’re part of a crowd protesting rail line closures or a single person signing a petition or choosing free range eggs.

What matters is that you stand for something.

So, 2014, you’ve taught me this: To speak my truth, even when my voice is husky or trembling. To stand for what’s right, even when my legs are shaking. To grieve and love in measures that defy regret. To always offer someone the chance to speak. And always, always, above all else: Be thankful.

Thanks for joining me in 2014. I love having you here, your feedback your comments your likes your time. Don’t think your reading is nothing – we’re in a time-poor world and for you to give me 5 minutes whenever I hit “publish” is a beautiful thing.

Happy New Year from my beloved and I.

Image by The Naughty Corner

Image by The Naughty Corner


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