
This is my second monthly review in 2024 and I am late again, which is surprising because I am never late. In real life I am always early, I even trick my husband into accidental punctuality. (Long story).

This is my second monthly review in 2024 and I am late again, which is surprising because I am never late. In real life I am always early, I even trick my husband into accidental punctuality. (Long story).

January is almost over and I still haven’t written my review of the year we just left behind. I don’t like walking backward into the future but feel I would if I don’t lay last year down to rest as a memory. It was an eventful year. Twelve months full of challenges, successes, and failures. Great movies and wonderful books were part of my journey, as were plastic bottles and dirty tubs.
1983, I sat in my little apartment in Vienna, Austria, and listened to a song I didn’t fully understand. My Grandma had passed away and without any family or friends, I was out there on my own. I didn’t know the big city, and the University of Vienna overwhelmed me. I was a young adult, very insecure and uncertain of my future. Equipped with invisible wings but afraid to fly.

In January, I started posting about “My 12 new months of purpose” -as so often full of plans, looking into the future with high expectations. I enjoyed writing my monthly reports until June, when there was just not much to reveal.

When I saw Julie Andrews on screen, walking the streets hungry, in the search for work, I smiled. The smile I get when I remember someone I like very much. Victor and Victoria came on late at night and I spent an hour sitting in the dark living room watching a film again, which I have seen numerous times already.
February came and went, and I didn’t do much. Quietly, I gave myself permission to be useless. COVID the II. came- lingered and knocked me out for four weeks.

“… And suddenly the theater prince threw his golden cardboard crown to the floor with momentum, he rolled up his sleeves, and shouted to the audience in a powerful voice:
Let’s go! Now in real life!“
Well, it wasn’t quite like that, but a little bit! Especially inside, in the heart of the man without a crown.

January, the first month of the year is already gone, and it was an eventful one. Have I accomplished anything on my list of 12 Months of Change and Purpose? Yes, I have, not always by choice, but by luck.

Saturday movie night is still exciting for me, just the way it has been 40 years ago. Times sure have changed. Now we stream a movie right into our living room without leaving our home. If we can’t find something interesting, then we splurge a little and order a PPV.
The first time I visited Rome the Capital City of Italy, only 6 hours away from our farm in South Tyrol, I felt at home. I had never been there before, but had walked the streets of Rome for many hours in my mind at school, when we learned all about the Roman Empire. I had wept for the innocent and poor who were tortured, or were just a human toy in the brutal games the rich invented to entertain themselves and the masses.