Perspective
We're well, well, rather well into 2008 now. I haven't made any resolution and don't intend to.
I've lost count how many Christmas I spent at my parents' house (now my mother's). I could do whatever I wanted to the rest of the year but X-mas was to be with family.
I know how things start and finish there. I know my bedroom doesn't get much visit all year round so when it's time to leave it doesn't give me a pinch to leave it because I know before long (time flies so fast) I'll be back again.
Except this year.
I had the weird feeling there might not be that many Christmas after all or rather that the number of them was more a tangible factor than ever before.
As a kid things were different, time never seemed to progress all that fast (which posed me a problem at the end of each summer vacations).
Now it's pretty much the opposite. I'm aware of cycles and that before long I'll be in California next June and Britanny at the end of the year, again.
Except that there might not be all that many more occasions.
As a person who finds a certain comfort in routines it is a frightening perspective.