I've talked a few times about last year's turmoil in my personal life. Before I left for the Trip of Mystery my long-term relationship fell apart and it turned what was supposed to be a celebration of a landmark into a bit of a dirge. It also meant that I ended up not getting any presents for my 60th birthday, which, considering what the world would soon be going through isn't really much of a problem. However, it seems a fitting metaphor for that painful point in my life. However, it's also not completely true, because I did end up getting a gift for my birthday. One of the women who worked at the hotel where I stayed in Windhoek in Namibia figured out that it was my birthday and gave me a large bar of white chocolate. Again, metaphorically, I guess it worked out, because to me it meant that life goes on and you find joy in all sorts of unexpected places.
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