Ah, a new year! What a joy… I’ve always loved new years because of the opportunity to assess, and reflect, and focus. There are a few areas I want to focus on this year, and one over-arching theme. Here’s what I’ve been thinking about lately – and what I hope for from 2019.
I’ve always been an optimist (thank heavens) and for as long as I can remember, I’ve been wildly enthusiastic. I feel so grateful for both of these traits – I don’t know if you can do much about it if you’re not naturally optimistic or if it’s hard to muster enthusiasm about things. For me, life is peppered with moments to look forward to. Small things that bring me slices of joy. (Like now: I just put on a pair of new socks and ooooh that feeling of new socks is so lovely!)
I cannot tell you how delighted I am that my kids appear to have inherited this gene.
It’s funny how some days are burned into your memory, and you get reminded of them even if you forget to remind yourself. I’m great with remembering birthdays and special occasions… I guess my diaversary is one of those? But this year I had authentically forgotten, until Facebook showed me this picture from 4 years ago today:
I have a new job – an actual job, imagine! – and I am so excited about it that I feel like I’ve fallen in love… with ideas.
There’s a scene at the end of About Time, one of my favourite movies of all time, where they talk about the extraordinary ordinary, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. About the many moments and days where nothing special happens, and that in itself is special.
I’ve been thinking a lot about busyness lately. Aren’t we all just insatiably busy? When did this happen? When will it stop?
It seems that this is the week of ostrich confessions! My approach to the news is generally very simple: I ignore it. If there’s something I need to know, Mark will fill me in (he reads BBC News on his phone all day and night, it seems). But I try to stay out of it as much as I can. This week, that’s been impossible.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve perfected the art of being an ostrich when it comes to things that feel too grown-up for me. I mean, I have two young children and a successful freelance business and two bonds and all that jazz, but life insurance? Eek! That all changed this week…
I’ve just come across this amazing series of money advice articles and have to share them – they’re funny (believe it or not!), extremely practical, and very thought-provoking…
Considering I live with Type 1 diabetes every day, it’s quite surprising that each day isn’t a diabetic day. But it isn’t – I count myself as a ‘lucky diabetic’ in that most days, diabetes doesn’t stop me from doing anything. It doesn’t get in the way of real life. But once or twice a year, I have a diabetic day. Monday was one of those days.
