I had a moment just now when I brushed past a parallel me from a previous life.
Our village primary school grounds had been badly flooded, and the local media had turned out to report the story.
As I walked past in my woolly hat and muddy boots, with two even muddier dogs, I said a cheery hello to former colleagues, thinking in times gone by I would have been with them, the other side of the fence, interviewing the local councillor and rushing back to the office to edit the piece for the lunchtime news.
As I walked on up the hill, a reporter from the local BBC radio station I used to work for drove past. At the same time one of my neighbours was walking down the hill to help with the clean up. He called out: “Thanks for the book Jo,” my turtle story, I’d given his two boys for Christmas.
My past and present writing worlds meeting on the same page, within the same paragraph.
And I walked on without a trace of regret for what I have given up, to become who I am.
Logging in to my computer there was a message from a school asking if I would read my turtle story with them later this month, photos of me dressed as a Christmas parcel running in the recent Portsmouth Marathon, and queries to sort about community events I organise and the charity work I support.
In emails I sign myself as: Writer, runner, fundraiser.
It’s taken a while to feel that description fully fits, but yep, that’s who I am, that is my happy new life.
Happy New Year in whatever life you are living.
A final piece of news, Runner’s World are going to do a piece about my running and how it helps me cope with my OCD. Here’s that picture from Portsmouth, because, yes I am a bit mad as well…