anitalinkthoughtfood posted: " I entered this year softly. Sparkling into it from one minute to the next, without expectation. But finding joy on the other side of the second hand. I could now spend a paragraph on the 2020/2021 disclaimer for happiness, the guilty acknowled"
I entered this year softly. Sparkling into it from one minute to the next, without expectation. But finding joy on the other side of the second hand.
I could now spend a paragraph on the 2020/2021 disclaimer for happiness, the guilty acknowledgement of everyone who may be suffering, that feels as though it has become mandatory whenever you write or talk about anything remotely good happening to you in pandemic times.
But I won't, because in this moment it feels disingenuous. The events of the last couple of years may have thrown it into sharper relief, but virus or not there have always been people who have it worse than me and those who have it better.
So – no disclaimers. We've all had challenges from the dung heap of life thrown at us. I don't believe bad things happen for a reason. But I do believe that it is the rubbish times that make magic moments shine when we happen upon them.
I spent New Year's Eve last year (2020/2021) in hospital – just one day in a holiday package that started with an admission on Boxing Day. I didn't feel well enough for people. Including my husband and children. Dinner came with a serve of 'seasonal vegetables' leached of colour and boiled into malodourous oblivion. Dessert was my nightly mouthful of dry medications washed down with tepid water. Long before midnight I was obliterated by that medication and happy to be so. Joy was not part of the equation.
When it came to thinking about New Year's Eve plans for last year, I had only recently discharged from hospital after another Bipolar flare. A brief 3 week admission starting in late October that bled well into November.
I juggled the idea of having friends join us for what is a special evening for me.
From the ages of six to thirteen I grew up in Germany, in a culture that celebrates New Year's Eve joyfully and raucously. I remember towers of champagne glasses filled and overflowing with bubbles from the top tier down. There was music and animated conversation, which gave way to the fireworks at midnight. People bought their fireworks from the supermarket and let them rip into the newborn year from their snowy backyards.
On New Year's Eve 2000 I introduced my (then new) husband Michael to this way of celebrating. We were living in the UK, but had travelled back to Germany for the holidays. We spent that New Year's Eve with Sandra, one of my closest friends, and Thomas – her partner, and their friends. We had raclette, lots of drinks, and laughed so hard. Just before midnight, we climbed into our coats, boots, hats, scarves, and gloves and walked, stumbling ever so slightly, down to the beautiful lake Sandra and I had spent childhood summers swimming in and childhood winters ice skating on. It was freezing. Too cold to feel our faces. The whole village was there. The air smelt of nothing but fireworks. We were in our twenties and euphoric.
Thomas died barely six weeks ago. The loss of someone we loved has been compounded for me because I can't hug his wife - my lifelong friend whose hand I used to hold as we jumped into a New Year.
New Year's Eve in Australia is different. It is the hot afterthought to a showy Christmas. The vibe around New Years for many Australians is 'Meh – can't be bothered.' or it's a night of heavy drinking that culminates in a headache on New Year's morning and a set of resolutions, which won't last past January.
And yet I celebrate the ending and beginning of years…when I can. In part it is fuelled by nostalgia. It is also because I have learnt to celebrate things while I can, because there will be times when I have no choice whether I get to celebrate or not. There are times when I am too unwell. Times when it's overboiled vegetables instead of home cooking.
Not celebrating can also be a missed opportunity for making memories. Memories of joyous hours, which become part of everyone's narrative. Memories that become unspeakably precious in hindsight when we have lost those we shared them with.
And so, I sent out some invitations and had a beautiful night.
There were candles and sparklers and laughter across an increasingly messy tablecloth as the night moved on. We ate pistachio baclava with mint and rosewater syrup and white peach sorbet for dessert.
By 2 am the house was buzzing. I had picked up my older child and two of their friends from another party to join the other couple of kids already at home for a sleepover. In the early hours of this New Year my house was steeped in happiness.
For me, 2022 has started with love and energy, and out of the losses and difficulties of the previous year I sense gentle shoots of hope are emerging.
One of the positives of 2021 was that my memoir Abductions From My Beautiful Life was published. For an excerpt and more info click here Book
You may like to check out how some of my other years have gone in these posts:
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