I’m sitting in a backpackers hostel in Fremantle … contemplating about life the universe and everything. This is my, and your, New Years Eve 2009.

It’s strange that the things I long for most, good company, comfortable surrounds, enough money, the laptop battery that will never run out and maybe a girl who can massage my tired neck and tell me everything will be ok, are the things I’ve moved away from (especially the laptop battery bit, I’m at 14% and counting!)

It’s also strange to reflect on a decade lived. I remember 10 years ago this night, 18 years old, having only reached the age of buying alcohol 23 days earlier I was hot property on New Years Eve. I had a company car and some great friends to hang out with. We had a few drinks, I wore “Year 2000” sunglasses (my eyes were in the middle 0’s … so cool) and we got through the night without losing power or having bits and bytes eat up all of our interwebs and other electrical things. Jesus didn’t come back and the world didn’t end. It had all the symptoms of an anti-climax.

10 years on and I’m living a completely different life, 4000km west of 10 years ago, working as a radio personality, totally different habits, skills, abilities and a lot of new friends.

What are we to make of a decade, is the next one going to be completely different or will hover-cars eventually be released? I think there is power in this phrase from Psalm 30 “but joy comes in the morning”. I’ve looked at this life ahead of me one day at a time, each morning a new one and each day ends with that new opportunity for joy to come in the next morning.

Decades are nice, but they still start with a morning. (1% battery and click publish!)