he end to another year is here, and somehow, this one just sped by. It was a humdrum year, remarkable in its ordinariness - with good days and a few great ones and bad days and luckily not that many terrible ones. Good relationships got better, stale ones sped towards their inevitable demise. WhatsApp Friendships and Group Chats took precedence over physical meetings and group get-togethers, except for one spectacular vacation with friends. Digital relationships, one discovered are a very poor substitute for human connection . If one looked for one or two unifying themes to the year - they were around parenting and work. The job of a parent is an exciting one - as our roles keep evolving thoughout the lifespan of our children. As Trayi came into her own as an almost adult this year, I saw myself sliding into the role of confidante sometimes, guide other times. A fun phase has begun in our relationship and this was probably my highlight of the year, and I hope, will be the highlight my next several years. My relationship with my work was more complex - as intensely satisfying as it is - I came to accept that satisfaction and happiness don't always coincide. There were rough days and stressful ones and moments of high, and days when it sometimes didn't feel worth the ride, one crisis after the next, and yet, through it all, what never left was the clarity that there was nothing else one would rather do, of gratitude to the universe for the opportunity to build something, however small. And through it all came the realisation that happiness - that sense of continuous delirium - is not only utopian, it is sometimes a lesser goal to aspire for. The perennially hungry can never be happy- the need to push the envelope, the restlessness all come from the innate dissatisfaction with the status quo. And this year I humbly submitted to myself that happiness, in my current life phase, was a distant utopian goal. That not only was stress a constant companion, I seemed to enjoy its company. 2018, even if it gives me the more of the same of 2017, while hopefully teaching me to care better for my own health, I won't complain.
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