Blame it on El Niño …

The should-I-shouldn’t-I-write-an-end-of-year-blog-post has been waging war in my head. Since there’s no snow in the Alps, and, since I’ve been shovelling down Austrian cakes like no tomorrow, I figured I should use some unused energy and write something. Apologies. Just blame this post on El Niño.

#HereWeGoAgain

The first day of the New Year always feels like you’re standing at the foot of a mountain. You take a deep breath and off you go. Before you know it, you’re at the top and you wonder what all the fuss was about.

#ChangeIsGood

We took a leap of faith and left London. I miss the capital, but not in an, ‘I’m so depressed, I’m going to slit my wrists‘ kind of way. Besides, life has been good. And I thank my lucky stars for that because you never know what tomorrow will bring.

#TheGhostMovedWithUs

He resides in our spare bedroom. Every so often he makes mischief and sets off the burglar alarm or switches the hot water off…

#NeverMoveWhenYou’reHeavilyPregnant

This takes nesting to its extreme. Equally, never try to unpack all of your belongings in a single weekend – because you’ll end up feeling like you’ve been hit over the head with a sledgehammer several times over.

#MaterialPossessionsAreBaseless

No, I haven’t suddenly turned into the Dalai Lama, but family, friends are your everything.

#NeverTakeLife4GrantedPart1

The sight of refugees streaming into Europe put things into perspective. Likewise, the damage done by storms in the north of England and Scotland.

#NeverTakeLife4GrantedPart2

Because, dammit, life is just too short. Yes, it’s an overused cliché, but it is oh-so-true. Health is everything. Of course you should go on believing that you’re a spring chicken, or like Peter Pan flying through the air, but remember, not even Superman is invincible. My dad is 85. He’s survived two heart attacks, had two heart bypass operations and lived with heart disease for as long as I can remember. He recently had a stroke and it’s only now I realise how full his life was before, and how constrained it will be going forward. Once upon a time, he was like Superman to me.

#WhatNext?

After the Paris attacks, my four-year-old wanted to talk about what had happened. She knew many people had died and wanted to know if all the ‘naughty men’ who had killed them had been caught and sent to prison. I answered yes because it was a simpler message to convey. IS will fade, but then another chimera will rear its ugly head. I wonder what horrors will unfold during my children’s lifetime. As I sit typing away here in the mountains, it feels like this is the safest place in the world.

#ForGod’sSakeDoNotEndYourBlogOnASadNote                  Every minute, every hour, every day, is a chance to start over. What’s happened has happened. Look forward and embrace what comes. Enjoy every little high; dismiss the bumps as nothing more. Live and love life. As my four-year-old tells me from time to time, ‘Everything will be okay.’

Wishing you well for 2016.

Until next time!

Amna

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