Time, Please.

Welcome to 2006. Always a bit of a let down, we work ourselves up for some magnificent change, but in reality it’s just the same as any day. I’ve learnt if you want a change, you have to be the change.

I woke up on 1 January 2006 to remembering. I spend an awful lot of time remembering, thinking and digesting. In fact, I do it so often some people worry about me.

Memories make me feel big, and small. There are things I’m proud of, and things I’m ashamed of. Someone told me I should have no regrets and only remember the good things, but it seems the good things are the ones that will pass into obscurity. Besides, I reckon I might be quite hard to get on with if I lived on past glory. Memories keep me grounded.

The future is also unbelievably humbling. There is nothing to bring a lump to your throat quite like the confusion it presents. This time next year, I have no idea what I’ll be doing, where I’ll be. Change doesn’t necessarily scare me, but the passing of time does. I’m not worried about the future – just uncertain.

When you think about it – we are in a race with the past. Even as I type this, the words are moving into the past. I know that sounds terribly primary-school-history-teacherish, but it’s true. While the future seems daunting and long, when I reflect on memories it will whiz by in a blur.

Take time to grasp 2006.

Happy New Year.