Week 52. How did that happen?!

If you’ve been with me for some, or all, of the way I want to give you a big thank you. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading as much as I have enjoyed writing. Although honestly it feels strangely like I didn’t have much to do with it, but obviously I did because somehow here we are – week 52!

When I first started writing this blog I had no idea what I would write about or whether I could even come up with ideas every week, or indeed whether I would follow through and actually finish what I started. And while I did bend my own rules a little bit, I did follow through and despite my initial doubt those ideas did keep rolling on in.

But, it’s time for my confession. I wasn’t on this year alone; it wasn’t all down to me. I did have regular input from a very important source.

Yes, my beloved Queenstown and Remarkables stepped up and diligently fed me inspiration as and when I required it. And my love affair with Queenstown intensified as the year rolled on.

Just last night I felt as though my heart would bust with gratitude for this gorgeous place we get to call home. As the sun was going down and casting its magical light across the mountains, the atmosphere in town seemed to reflect the ethereal sunset. People gazed skyward, camera shutters a plenty went off, cars slowed to a crawl for drivers to sneak a peek and everyone felt as though somehow they had received VIP tickets to one of life’s greatest moments.

It seemed like the Remarkables were reminding me one last time on these 52 weeks just how unique, proud and incomparable they are. They were literally bringing the town to a halt with their majesty. And there is nothing quite like the fresh quality of an autumn sunset and the turning trees adding their rich tones to the skyline.  

I thought about all I’ve learned from the inspiration this Never Land town has revealed over the past year, and I realised I have taken on board some of those Remarkable qualities I love so much.

To me the Remarkables stand tall in their uniqueness, they are always proud and never to be compared.  And it reminds me that we all have that remarkable streak.

We are all unique and we all have our own special something that shines as bright and as brilliantly as an autumn sunset over the Remarkables. None of us can be compared to another, just as one stunning twilight evening is no more comparable to another. Writing this blog has certainly helped me discover my own unique voice and way of looking at the world and it challenged me to resist comparing that to other amazing writers. If I had have done that, then I probably wouldn’t have finished, I probably would have fallen into the quagmire of comparison-itis.

But Queenstown and the Remarkables raised my standards and forced me to stop with all the comparing and simply write, because it wasn’t about me.

It was about Queenstown, it’s beauty, it’s inspiration, it’s embrace, it’s exhilaration, it’s love and it’s very special and unique ability to remind us that life is good, that life is great and if we look close enough we will see beyond good and great, we will see that life is remarkable.