If you read my headline and thought: “This guy is on crack!” I’m not. Sorry to disappoint you.
It’s the beginning of November here in Cape Town, South Africa, and the rain is still pouring outside like it has no end. Countless rainbows and flooded roads later, and most Cape Townians are grumbling more than they should this time of the year.
My previous blog post was a rather morbid one: I read it just now and realised how much the menopausal weather had been affecting my mood. It seemed like dear old Mother Nature had a different plan for me!
Yet, as the rain keeps pelting the windows, and I tear off the October-sheet from my calender, there is an odd little smile on my face.
2013 has tested a lot of us to the extremes this year. I keep stressing this every time I blog, but it’s just proven itself to be THAT year where everything changes and nothing will be the same. Ever. In a way, we could call it the Big Change, or A Change Hath Commeth, but the point remains that this unlucky number hasn’t been doing anything to set aside its bad reputation.
Some of my friends and I have gone through deep break ups, startling realisations, deep turmoils, changes in cities and jobs, new jobs and the ending of some important chapters in their lives.
Yet, through everything and all this rain, we all seemed happy.
We’ve got so much to be thankful for.
We’re still standing strong and we’ve been missing out on seeing what exactly it is that we’ve got left to love and hold onto (though some of us have had to learn the hard way that we have to hold onto this!).
If I have to be corny and all: Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but it’s about learning how to dance in the rain.
Though the rain keeps drenching us, we’re all happy.
Happy for everyone around us, to be alive and for what we’ll always have.
When the sun comes peering out, I’ll be sure to snap a pic and post it as a separate entry, but for now… This will have to do: