#Year of change #LoveLife #2019

Singing in 2019 in last year, I saw all the smiling faces surround me. I kissed goodbye to an epic 2018, with my husband holding me softly, telling me all he wants is to spend everyday of his life with me. Leaving me, as always, feeling a continued awestruck gratitude that brought him into my life.

Normally every year I reflect back on the positives and the negatives. Make resolutions I never keep on losing weight, or ‘changing’ anything I’ve decided I don’t arbitrarily like about myself. But this year I’m left feeling nothing but gratitude. And a distinct lack of need for a resolution, of any kind.

At the end of 2017 I tried to accept I wasn’t ready for a relationship yet, and continued to try and ‘look for change’. I was still hunting down the ‘new’ Amy that was magically different, better, shinier. The year had other plans for me though.

2018 took me on a tour through Thailand and Nepal, where the Magician and I came back together. During the several months that followed a cycle of me trying to prep for the 2,200 mile Appalachian trail and injury, I finally realised that the Magician wasn’t going to hurt me (I didn’t need to keep trying to run away from him). My third (and final) attempt at hiking the trail lasting only a few days and miles out from Harpers ferry. Giving me time to finally realise and truly accept what it really meant to ‘listen to’ my body. Whilst the Magician traveled to India for satsang that changed his life, to the point I followed suit a few short weeks later. The winter brought me home to our French wedding filled with more love and tears than I thought existed in the world. And if that wasn’t enough, we finally made it home, to Dublin, to settle down for a life filled with love, nature and simplicity.

At the end of all this, I can’t help but be stuffed to the brim with gratitude. Two years ago I started a new journey, which has lead me to a new family that has welcomed me home like a long lost friend. Continued to leave me filled with a flabbergasted inspiration for my wheelchair bound mother. Warmed to the bottom of my heart with my family’s continued love. Mischievous giggles from shared laughter and adventures with friends old, and new. But, above all, there’s a twinkle in my eyes, put there as if by magic, from a blue eyed Frenchman.

During the last few months I’ve questioned whether or not to continue my blog. I’d originally started this as a method to help me work through the sudden changes in my life, then as a method to improve my writing. A conversation with a beautiful Belgian Lion finally brought me back here. Reminding me of the simple pleasure I have of writing, and her’s, from seeing another’s adventures through their eyes.

I’ll leave you all here, wishing you a wonderful 2019. One where you don’t have a resolution to be a ‘new’ person, seek reasons to not just accept that beauty that is you, just as you are. Where you can enjoy the cup of tea, just for the pleasure of the moment. One where your health continues to be your wealth. A year that sparkles and ignites love in you. And lastly….. one that helps you to connect to someone beautiful.

Credits: A massive thank you to the phenomenal Alex, who caught our smiles, and the epic Simon, who captured our cold November salutations.

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elizadavies

I can come in many labels, many boxes, a divorcee, survivor, traveler, writer, optimist. But these labels only limit me to who I am at this point in time. But as you will read on my blog, I am my journey. I hope you will enjoy walking this path with me.

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