transposable element

i started the year planning to blog once a day, the so-called project 365. on the second day, i finally admitted that was a bit too ambitious, and resolved to blog at least once a week and do a more realistic project 52 instead. surely, i can do that, can’t i? after all, i blog, on the average, perhaps two to three times a week. so don’t ask me what happened. all of a sudden i lost my blogging mojo. life has become much too complicated to put into words. there’s something about january that makes you want to give your all to set the year onto a good start, so eventually what you end up having is a stressful start, haha!

jan started second grade in school. we started seriously looking for kindergarten/preschool/nursery or whatever they’re called on your slice of the sky. i started considering getting a job after the nth year of beign a sahm. we started looking for good accident and life insurance rates. we started making plans for our december 2010 holidays concrete (yes, i know, that’s 11 months from now. we’re half germans, after all). we started making new financial plans.

it’s only been the first month of the first year of the decade. start is the keyword.

it’s been two weeks into the year and i haven’t written much! as my backlog mounts, the more i feel like i’m losing my blogging groove, with most of my contemporaries having already moved on the microblogging on facebook. oh well…

the past weeks going back to dec 09 has been a whirl of events. it’s just been recently that things have slowed down, with jan back in school and hubby back at work. back to the daily grind. but the turmoil? it hasn’t died down; my mind is spinning with all the excitement, angst, plans, and promises of 2010. may the year of the silver tiger be a good one for all of us!

stole this from an FB friend. food for thought especially with the new year having just begun:

There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what your were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.

It won’t matter where you came from or what side of the tracks on you lived on at the end.
It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice
that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter are not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.