… as the cast of Rent sang: in daylights in sunsets in midnights in cups of coffee, in inches in miles in laughter and strife in fivehundredtwentyfivethousand six hundred minutes, how do you measure a year in the life? How about love?
I believe my year was measured in:
2 weeks of sleepless nights.
3 weeks of complete company and support every lunch hour by colleagues.
50 lunches and coffees with friends in the immediate weeks after to chew the fat.
2 unknown flatmates with 80 friends who organised 12 parties in the weeks I was there to keep my spirit going.
10 very confused and grey area weeks.
1 trip to New York that made it all clear.
1 best friend who ensured I could live with her.
52 Strada pizzas with Sura.
4 weekends away with different sets of but equally loved uni-girls.
1 one-woman show.
16 Dutch friends who showed their support on a random Thursday in Rotterdam.
1 severe fall from faith
2 potential dates I declined.
1 lust crush which gave me hope for the future.
1 ten-year anniversary get together with old friends.
4 pregnancy announcements around me.
1 set of parents who are the rocks of my life.
1 very cool sister who can pull things in perspective.
3 trips to Scotland.
1 ongoing rehabilitation of faith.
45 trips to the cinema to get inspiration.
107 blogs to write about things that inspire me… or just strike me odd.
1 set of straight teeth after freak accident.
1 death that made me reflect on my life.
9841 dreams still to pursue.
Tonight I was thinking about the year gone by when the credits of the film on tv started to roll and I heard Minnie Driver sing:
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to Be lonely
Learn how to love life that is lived alone.
Not in a sad way, all in a good way: yes- this year I have managed to learn to love a life that is lived alone (not lonely!).