Whoops again, another NYE, another whoops I’m only writing my
reflections for the year-that-almost-was on the final day of the year! Only last night did I publish the post about
how I spent my Christmas Eve, Christmas Days and Boxing Days for 2025 and will
haveta return and edit that post since it’s full of typos/grammatical errors/whatnot!
XD
So, 2025: can you believe it, we’re already halfway through
this decade! Here’s how this year was for me:
Physically-wise: like
last year, I’ve totally stacked it thrice. Apologies if I seem to go on about
falling over excessively; it’s just that were I to find myself on the floor I usually
can’t get myself back upright without help. >< From the moment I wake till
the instant my head touches the pillow come the end of another long day, I’m
constantly freaked that I’ll have a bad fall (fall awkwardly) and hurt my right
arm after which I’d be beyond screwed since my right arm’s the only more/less
functioning one I’ve got left post-brain injury. But I’ve been taught to only
freak out inside my head, not to freak out in the real world, cause a ruckus
and disturb others, so it’s all good. XD
Thankful also that mother wasn’t around to witness my few falls this year; for
one I scrambled myself back into bed without
her finding out immediately and for the other two someone was around to pull me
back upright. XD
Work-wise: another year where I’ve been unable to contribute
to society. *sigh* I think it’s a
catch-22: I can’t hold down any paid job since I’ve not got any qualifications
but I can’t get any qualifications since I’ve got memory issues post-brain
injury? Anyhow: willing to do ANYTHING
as long as I can do whilst seated and it
get me properly paid; will even wash toilets provided you lemme wash them
whilst seated and gimme a respectable salary. XD I’ve only got one hand to type
with now but do so at 31WPM; hopefully that’s not too slow?
Spiritually-wise: like I said last year, I’ve come to
realise that when I don’t expect anything to happen, I can’t be disappointed
when absolutely nothing happens. I can’t help but rail
against the fact that there’s no
other way to heaven except through God
because if there was any other way,
believe me, I’d take it! Earlier this year, Pastor Peter Pie (shows I’ve got alliteration
skills; on the extremely rare occasions when
he’s mean I can call him Peter Poo XD) asked me had I ever considered baptism; I gave him the same reply that I once gave dear
Pastor Chong when he asked me the same question
many years ago: I’ll get baptised once
God fully grants me physical healing or
after He lets me know what it was that I did/didn’t do that was so unspeakably sinful that He saw it right
to totally destroy my life for. Besides, I thought baptism wasn’t an entry
requirement for heaven and that God lets unbaptised believers into heaven too,
after their earthly life’s up?
Sporting-wise: like I mentioned in my 2025 edition of my Xmas Greetings, Queensland NEEDED to win the Origin
this year after our poor captain’s father passed away suddenly on the Sunday before the decider come
next Wednesday; watching the game live
from the couch at home I’d been terrified that the smelly Blues
would crash over the line and steal the title but our lads were heroic and held
on for victory; fingers crossed that’s the starting point for another (at least!) eight-year winning streak!
And GLORY: for the first time since 2006 (the year before
the cruel and unfaithful God totally destroyed my life with the brain injury)
the mighty Broncos WON the NRL premiership! We’d come *so close* to it in 2006 and I was
so pissed with Ben Hunt
from dropping the ball on the restart, thus costing us the title (even
though a church uncle very knowledgeable in the game explained to me that the fault actually lay with the player
in the previous play) but Hunty hung
around long enough to regain the title; I
hope he and captain Adam Reynolds retire
immediately so they’ll be forever
remembered as champions!
Everything else wise:
oh, for the first time in my life, I was affected by a cyclone! Sure,
Alfred landed far up north to where I’m based down in south-east Queensland but
before his arrival, I was singing my adaptation of Ronan Keating’s ‘If Tomorrow
Never Comes”: if tomorrow never comes … I
got blown away by Alfred … XD
On the night of his arrival, the winds were literally
HOWLING outside my bedroom window and being so noisy that I had trouble falling
asleep! At 11:55pm I relieved myself once more, said oh, stuff it and pulled
the covers over my head, rolled over and fell asleep anyway. Upon awaking the next morning? Hey, I didn’t
get blown away by Alfred!! XD
Is that enough reflecting for 2025? It’s time to make way
for 2026!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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