I’ve spent the last few days dogsledding in Finland. It’s minus twenty celsius and cold enough to freeze any extremities that may not be gloved, hatted or wrapped. It’s also starkly beautiful – surrounded by nordic forest, blanketed in snow and lit by the arctic sun, we are staying at a hotel on a lake about two kilometres away from the Russian Border.
So far, one of the many highlights of my adventure has been driving a team of huskies and learning how to steer a sled…and yesterday, dancing until dawn to bring in the New Year in the company of friends and more than one bottle of bubbly. Of course the party dress was packed without the posh shoes, so my snow boots had to double as seasonal attire. Very attractive!
Until I made a pact with myself to go away each New Year, I always used to dread the burden of expectation that accompanies these celebrations. Somehow on demand happy didn’t happen for me. Now my time away brings the opportunity to reflect on the year that was and a fresh perspective on the year that will be. I don’t yet know what 2010 holds, but the fun will be in finding out.