This post is written in response to Linda G. Hill’s weekly stream of consciousness prompt. Here’s the link if you’d like to join in.
Too much fuss is made over firsts and too much drama over lasts.
In my experience, first times are usually pretty disastrous. First day at school, first crush, first kiss, first job, first attempt at a novel… Need I go on?
First attempts at anything need more practice, don’t they?
On the other hand, Last attempts are full of acquired knowledge. We’ve done it before and we’ve improved. In fact we’ll have to settle for it being our best effort. If it’s our last there won’t be any more room for improvement.
The last attempt may not be the best in the world, but it’s our best mark and in any case it’s probably much better than our first attempt.
Today’s the last day if the year and it’s much better than the first. I’ve learnt from trial and error and experience.
It’s been a good year and a fabulous last day, which is coming to an end. I’ve spent the day by the beach, which is my favourite place, with my grandchildren, husband and children, who are my favourite people, so I really can’t complain.
A few of last year’s landmarks:
My fourth grandchild was born.
I completed my trilogy. The last novel, Midsummer at Eyre Hall, was published in June.
I’ve started some new literary projects, which I will be telling you about in 2017.
I visited Bratislava and Budapest, two European cities I had never visited before.
I went to my favourite city, London, and stayed with my best friend, Anna.
I visited my cousins, who are scattered around Spain and the UK.
I’ve read tons of great books and discovered my new favourite writer, Ken Follett, whose Fall of Giants and Winter of the World are a fabulous mixture of history and fiction.
It’s been a fabulous year and a wonderful last day.
Thank you for being there and reading about all about it.
Last is always better than first because the best is yet to come.