2014. You were, to put it politely, a bit of a fucker and I’ll be glad to see the back of you. The highs were high – the obvious healthy and happy trio of children, but the lows were unforgettably awful bastards that I hope never to meet again.
And so to thoughts of the new year.
2015 promises changes. At some point (apparently) we’ll move house and start a new chapter after over 10-years (me, the glorified squatter) and 15-years (him, the real northsider) in Marino. I go back to work in February from whence no maternity leave shall ever again release me (actual sob). We’ll say goodbye to many of our baby stages as all of Woodie’s exciting firsts in 2015 will be our lasts. At some point he’ll crawl, waddle and toddle and never shall we have a small, quiet babe in arms again.
It’s a while since I wrote any New Year’s resolutions. When I was much younger and way more stupid I’d tame my scrawling handwriting and set to fill in the annual diary entries for late December / early January. I’d first go to the ‘name, address and next of kin’ section. Once I nominated Johnny Depp for the ‘next of kin’ honour thinking this could surely lead to us meeting up and overcoming some practical issues (such as my status as a corpse) to live happily ever after. The I’d turn to my list of resolutions which – as an exceptionally boring teenager would be the usual nonsense – study, stop cursing, stop threatening my younger brother, get thin. Naturally all would be abandoned by mid January, at which point the brother returned to his natural status as a marked man.
These days I’m either too pragmatic or defeatist to think that an arbitrary date in the depths of mid Winter is any better date than any other to change things around. That said *back-tracks dramatically in the interests of a blog post and a snoop into other people’s minds*, I’ve set my sights on some things I’d like to do for myself this year so here’s what I’ve come up with.
1. Imagine my 2015
I’m taking my inspiration from Mariella Fostrup who, writing in The Guardian earlier this week, described an annual tradition. She writes her dream scenario for an imagined time 12 months in the future. There, often on just a scrap of paper, she scribbles an apparently far-off description of what may be, and has delighted in looking back and realising that so many of her dreams have come true, even if in roundabout ways and over longer times.
I love the idea of taking charge and writing a new narrative for the year ahead. It’s such a positive thing to do and the polar opposite of creating a list of naughty things that I can’t do – which inevitably makes me want to do ALL of them at the same time!
This is a deserving No. 1 on my list.
2. Record reality
The perils of digital cameras. I realised a while back that I’m in the habit of deleting loads of pictures because I thought they weren’t nice / kind / flattering or because I look fat / wrecked / bereft of makeup / generally homeless. Now in fairness, I do often look all of these things but the photos are a snapshot of life at the moment and I don’t want to look back and realise I have no pictures of me enjoying/enduring my kids younger years.
I’ve sworn to maintain a warts-and-all account of things – even if they aren’t the snaps I’ll eventually print out and rest on the (new) mantlepiece. Naturally these will also give me a good stock of pics to feel smug about as I enter my late thirties and at last earn those BUNS OF STEEL.
3. Take a little time
Everything I do, I do in a rush. I’m trying to apply the brakes a little. Trying.
4. Learn new things
I’d love to swear that this list includes ‘learn tantric sex tricks’, but nah. On my nerd ‘to do’ list I’ve lovely things I want to learn to do – like make a pair of socks, master Fairisle stranding, and crochet a lovely new chevron throw. I’m thinking something new every two months is a realistic target. Maybe, if by September I’m feeling all crafted out of it, I’ll turn my attention to the tantric stuff.
5. Be nice to myself
Seasonal favourites for a reason this is a broad and general one and I’m lashing everything in here from ‘go to bed earlier’ to ‘buy some new clothes’ to ‘get walking’. The first step is putting away the Quality Street. At the next ad break.
6. Spend more time with people over 1.5m tall
I’m pretty sure this takes in all of those on my list of favourite people – namely my husband and friends. I’m happy to go quality over quantity with a few dinners, drinks and conversations uninterrupted by sticky handed mini people. And there will be wine, plenty of it.
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And to you all, may you have a really lovely 2015.