La Bella Vita

2015. Today marks a new day, a new year, a new moment in time. But I must be getting old, because I asked myself last night as I curled up by the fire, "isn't every day a new day, a new year, a new moment?"  I find myself falling into the socially acceptable norm, by making a list of new year's resolutions. Despite my stubborn tendency to view new years as overrated, I still proceeded to make a list. But not without first reflecting on 2014.  2014 marks a lot of things, but this year it marked mostly good-byes. Some were intentional, others were not. But each good-bye was flagged with some sort of emotion that has brought me to where I am today. I realised this year, that people are often not who you think they are. And amidst that there is a loss of trust, friendship and faith. I found that somewhere in my flooded list of friends, were people I was pushing harder to maintain relationships with, and the road was a one way street. I found that effo...

29 October 2014 (Chicago) 30 October 2014 (Australia)  Seventeen. That’s the number. The number of what? The number of planes I’ve boarded in the last 12 months, including the one I am currently on. I’m always flying, I’m always moving, I’m always going somewhere.  On the way to the Dallas Fort Worth airport this morning, the traffic was stopped for about a mile, and I sat in silence with my brother as we crawled down the interstate highway. I enjoy silence, there is a beauty in nothing being said. But my brother broke the silence with a question that almost 4 hours later still has my attention.  “Is everything you own in that suitcase?”  I peered over my shoulder and looked at the blue, green, and yellow piece of luggage that has also boarded each of these 17 different planes with me.  “Yeah, I guess it is.”  Sure, I have a few pieces of life in a few different locations around...