Of old times in new year

First work day of twenty-ten, and it feels incredibly odd. It doesn't help that The Boss requires the naming of documents with calendar dates. 100104 looks terribly weird beside good old 091214 (or something). (No, don't ask me why The Boss insists on reversing the dates - I have forgotten to ask this for the past five years.)

This and recent other events make me ponder of the new and the old. We are so happy with old things, aren't we? I know I am. Think a recent lunch with a good old ex-classmate I have not met for 10 (although he says 6) years. I can't describe the comfort I felt. We chatted merrily about all things under the sun and more - what he's been doing (lecturing in University? No way! He's nuts, I concluded but to each his own; he's still a wonderful friend), what I am doing (slaving away for peanuts - yes it really is if you consider the hours put in; in the words of a mathematically inclined friend: 'worse than Mcdonalds'. No kidding. So maybe I'm the true nut), his wife who aspires to be a stay home tai tai at the grand old age of thirty, the work place shing bang yada yada.

It was obvious to me: I trust this guy. Although we haven't met in the past ten (or six he says) years, my brain somehow connects him subconsciously or otherwise to our good days of old, when we were sweet and innocent and all of 18. When things were simple and we all trusted one another to do what he says he'll do and say only what he means. It's funny, because, obviously, things could have changed in the past ten years. But there was this instinctive connection and sense of trust, I cannot explain it.

Conversely, human beings I meet in my current (older sob) state in life, I tend to distrust. Even if perhaps they (seemingly) gave you no reason to. There could be no (apparent) (oh I'm so cynical) lie so far, but I'd just think 'not yet; you never know'. Perhaps it was the experience of having been betrayed by a person you trust with your life. Perhaps it's just part of "growing up", whatever that means.

I am growing incoherent as it's almost 2 am on a first day of the new year. Bed time! I will proof read this at some point. Please forgive any errors for now.

Blessings to all; I leave you with a quote from my best friend, that I will with His help make my personal goal this year.


God’s Will -- Make Me Your Instrument…
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.

Beautifully phrased. It took my breath away. And for once in a very long while, I felt His Holy Spirit moving so strongly deep inside.

xx
claire