It’s Christmas Eve and I’m sitting at my now-very-tidy desk at work, looking out over Auckland’s morbid skies. From the 36th floor, the sky is eye level, and several times a day, I get to watch punters paying solid cash to jump off the Sky Tower.
And so it is… due to some mysterious reason (probably an automatic WordPress update that happened last month), I have lost 18 months’ from my blog’s database, and it’s as if it never happened at all.
2014 has been a rough, rough, tumultuous ride of a year, and bar a couple of posts I really enjoyed, I care much less about losing 18 months’ worth of my blog than I would have imagined. Neither my webhost nor I have a viable database backup from the right time period to restore from, so I’m just going to have to ride this newfound wave of faux maturity and calmness, and get over it.
I’m trying to treat this as a cruel blessing in disguise. A forced “fresh start” of sorts, if you will.
The only to-do list left on my desk is a post-it note of Christmas-related errands. I want to visit a particular book shop to pick up something. Farro Fresh for fancy food treats to take home, and maybe the mall for last minute presents and to get some shoes fixed. Boring.
One more day until Christmas. Three more days until New York. And seven more days until 2015.
“Never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.” — Katharine Hepburn