Last night, hubby and I went to see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Have you seen it? It was pretty good, although we had mixed opinions on the narrative. But it was a fitting movie for this time of year, a time when we reflect on the year gone by and make some dodgy promises about the year ahead. In the movie, Walter goes off on all sorts of adventures after leading a pretty boring life. As hubby and I left the theatre, we were tempted to say … yeah… hang it… next year, we’re deserting our boring hum drum life and we’re off to Iceland to climb volcanoes. Next year – we’re going to start really living.
But, overnight I did some reflecting. Is our life really boring? Hum drum? I don’t think so. Some of the not so boring things from 2013 included
- getting stuck half way down the Toowoomba range towing my brand new Quarter horse, Oscar, home. The brakes failed coming down in rush hour traffic and hubby had to drive up from Brisbane with another ute to rescue us. The whole trip took about 8 completely un-boring hours, and included a bizarre conversation with “000”, where they suggested we tow the float and my ute down with the other ute hooked on at the front. Yeah right! That’s safe.
- snorkelling at the wrecks on Moreton Island and spending time with my girls and hubby, just chilling.
- visiting the Margaret River with some dear friends and finding out that Chardonnay is not Chardonnay anymore. It’s gone from ho hum to yum yum. In the Margaret River anyway. Fantastic part of the world, I recommend it.
- mmm… let me see … having a BOOK published! Yay! Didn’t see that in Walter Mitty. A very exciting part of 2013 indeed.
- meeting some amazing people involved with koala conservation, plus getting to cuddle a few beautiful koalas.
So, 2013 was definitely not boring. Even though my new diary says “2014: My Best Year Yet”, I think the year gone by will be hard to top. I am lucky to have loved and to have been loved. Isn’t that what life’s all about?
As Helen Keller said:
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt from the heart.
Happy 2014 everyone!
Tallowwood Tales 