I am participating in Stream of Consciousness for the first time in a while. The prompt is ‘My Year‘

2024 – A Year of Change

The post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

It can be long or short,one sentence or one thousand words, fact, fiction or poetry. Just let the words flow and stop when you’re done.

One thing is certain in life: Things will Change! No two years are ever the same. I have found this to be true throughout my life. Christmas as an adult was not the same as it was when I was a child. The way in which we have celebrated Christmas over the years has changed, too. It all depended on the age of the children/grandchildren and what had happened in everybody’s life during a particular life span. I tend to be one who goes with the flow and have welcomed and embraced the many phases that I have been through in life.

It has also been a year of great change in the lives of our grandchildren. Grandson number two joined Youth with a Mission in Norway and has had some great adventures with them. Grandson number one has been living in Hungary for a year now and is doing well. Our granddaughter got married at Easter. Grandson number 3 had an amazing year at a post High School called Quest where he was physically, emotionally and spiritually challenged. During the course he travelled to different parts of the country, climbed mountains, forged rivers, captured wild animals for relocation, the list goes on. The experience matured him and in one year gave him invaluable life skills. Soon he will complete a deck-hand course and apply to work on super yachts. Oh to be young and adventurous again!

In June Hubby and I enjoyed a two-week trip to London and a 10-day Mediterranean cruise with two of our daughters. It was idyllic and travelling with our kids was a very pleasurable experience and something we would like to do more often.

Regular readers of my blog will know that for the past 10 years we have been on numerous caravanning holidays. The time has come now for us to sell our beloved Gecko and re-think how we will spend future holidays in game reserves. We could carry on a tad longer but on our last trip in August, I could see that Hubby was really struggling. I feel that he is doing it more for me than for himself and that he would be more comfortable with fresh linen and fluffy white towels. I would rather quit while we’re ahead than have something disastrous happen in the middle of the wilds where little help is available.

The little adjustments we have to make to cope with life as it progresses to different levels is all part of the journey. We will slow down but we will still have adventures and plenty of fun!