There can be some lovely reflections in the lake in our Park. Usually I exclaim at the still ones, each tree, each bush, reflected perfectly in the water. A different, upside-down world. But I also like the reflections where the wind just ruffles the surface. A wind of change, indeed. There is that rather wobbly look about everything, as though a giant hand was gripping hold and shaking it backwards and forwards. And maybe I should give my life a shake up - do I want to be doing exactly the same things next year, and the year after? A perfect reflection of my life now? And the answer - No, no, a thousand times no! If I thought the rest of my years would be more of the same, I'd curl up somewhere and quietly expire!
Now then, how can I change my life to get a bit of zip into it? Answers on a postcard, please!