Posted: 07/04/22

Sunrise 2 March - Kirsty Best

My birthday – no more getting away with mid-40s any more.  Definitely in the late 40s. 

Day started as always – rushing – running late even though had planned everything the night before to be perfect – my life planned to perfection = Eton Mess. 

To ‘Box’ an hour to myself.  No music!  No talking!  No distraction!  Went by too fast. 

Looking over the city I thought I knew so well.  Everything so tiny.  The Queen’s Gardens laid so meticulously.  Who knew? 

I looked out both ends in expectation.  In my mind I had already picked out the buildings I wanted to see – none of which were visible.  If only there was a window in the middle, I thought. 

But then I wondered if the box was a metaphor for life – always looking for what we don’t have – then I thought maybe you are going a bit deep here Kirsty – it’s just a box with two windows.   

It bothered me that I was bothered about what I couldn’t see in life.  I am just grateful for what I have. 

Then I relaxed and looked over the city – the old, the new – the shiny, the broken – and the River. 

Time went all too quickly and I was out of the box. 

Good mini adventure to start my 47th year.  X