2010!

It's finally here. The year that is synonymous with something marvelous ....which is going to happen. I live in a country where the year means a lot; "2010 is coming! We are waiting for 2010! Will you be in Joburg in 2010?" I heard a lot of it last year. One woman even said, "hee, if this 2010 doesn't come, there will be trouble". As if the year itself was not going to dawn, or God was going to order it cancelled.
I dont know why I am feeling excited about it myself. Its as if something big and important is going to happen. Fifa World cup aside - am so looking fwd to seeing those gorgeous and not gorgeous men on my soon to be bought giant screen tv. Yet, that can't be all. I don't know what's coming. Or what I want to come. But whatever it is, I am waiting for it with open arms, and other parts of my anatomy if need be.
I am excited. I am so calm its unbelievable. Its like I am on some kind of tranquilizer. This is me for heaven's sake. End of last year I was stressed out I was ready to collapse and scream at the world. Suddenly, I am calm as, the little stream in my home village. I turn 45 next month. I don't know why 45 feels so - ominous? Important? Exciting. But it's the one birthday I am so looking fwd to for the firs time in my life. Even 40 didn't feel this interesting.
My son turns 16 in May. He will be able to drive me around after that - yeah!
My mum turns 75 in December. That's totally exciting.

Roll on 2010. Bengikulindile!