Nine Months Later....

So here I am, sitting comfortably, about to launch myself back into the Blog-o-sphere nine months after I left it so abruptly. We didn’t have a falling out. Nor did my computer go on the fritz (although I still twitch remembering the two weeks I was iPhone-less); life just took over.

And now I’m back.

So what did fill those nine months?

I returned to full health, albeit seven months after my surgery and five months after my last blog post. And it feels good.  

“When health is absent, wisdom cannot reveal itself, art cannot manifest, strength cannot fight, wealth becomes useless, and intelligence cannot be applied.”

 Herophilus

That being said I write today full of cold and not feeling so rosy but I’ll take common ailments over serious health complaints any day!

Another biggie was leaving the College and starting a new role at the University. The role and job offer came out of the blue and have become a major example of my philosophy that everything happens in perfect timing. I know it’s positively uncool to love your job but as I have never been one to follow trends, I am out and proud about my job love! The environment is nurturing and tranquil; the role interesting and dynamic; my colleagues are friendly and respectful and my boss is wonderfully encouraging and extremely easy to work for. If these weren’t enough in itself, I have wanted to work at the University for close to ten years so to finally be here and find it’s as wonderful as I had hoped ... well it’s a win-win-win for me.

A new year and a new opportunity to try new things and challenge myself. First cab off the rank? Yoga, baby!

 

For the girl who was unceremoniously dumped from ballet and physical culture (aged 5!) no one is more shocked that I am, as my teacher has called me, a yoga superstar! Don’t get me wrong, I am unable to turn myself into a human pretzel but I am loving the classes, trying something new and also improving each week.

Life is all about balance and the improvements in my life have been met with equal measures of difficulty. A large part of last year was learning the news that my brother was terminally ill and moving forward with this. I have grown a lot as a person since his diagnosis and believe we are all in a better place now than when we first learned the news. Call me Pollyanna but I have a strong positive belief we can overcome this and a brighter, better future awaits my brother.

Finally, I will leave you with this thought....