Today is the very last day of 2016, by all accounts a very weird year. In an effort to make sense of the madness, I’m trying to find the silver linings of the crappy bits, the life lessons (as annoying as that can be, kids) and the downright delightful surprises. The things I experienced or gleaned from 2016 made it a valuable year, as indeed all years (upon reflection) are…
I was fortunate to travel to Singapore twice, both times with my daughter. We didn’t kill each other, in fact, we possibly appreciate each other a little more now. I’d do it again for sure!
I was greatly inspired by the honesty, generosity, grace and strength of friends, some who had truly hard times thrust upon them this year. I realised just how deeply it is possible to love someone regardless of how long you’ve known them. I don’t ever want to not know these people.
Kids grow up but they’re still your kids, and they can still be hard work – but also they can be awesome. But hard. But awesome.
It’s best not to do/solve stuff for your adult kids, even though it feels mean. A supporting role in their lives is best.
23 years of marriage is a lot, and it’s kind of cool. On the one hand, it’s easy to slip into complacency with each other and it’s important to pull-up out of that whenever we notice it; on the other hand it’s good having a shorthand and a shared history with another person to fall back on.
I am better at writing short stuff, rather than 80,000 word novels, because I am impatient and have a short attention span. As satisfying as it was to finish a large piece of work, the personal articles, essays and short stories were the most fun.
I can crochet actual wearable stuff now, for reals.
Losing personal icons is a frightening reminder of the passing of time, so seeing Robert Smith play live, chaperoned by a friend who understood exactly how overwhelming and intense this would be, was an incredible bucket list moment. I hope when my dementia kicks in, that I remember that night always.
You don’t have to grow up when you grow up, in fact I recommend maintaining a nice modicum of immaturity. Poo and farts are always funny.
Goal setting works – I should give that a red hot go a lot more often than I have.
Shitty things are shitty, but they serve a purpose even if it’s to realise how great things are when they’re not shitty. You know?
Tolerating something on an ongoing basis, is not an option. It’s not good for your health, mentally or physically. This is why a year is 365 days, and why we are all ready to see in 2017.
- Read only the books you enjoy but as many as you can fit in.
- Wear the scents you love.
- Drink a litre of water on waking. Seriously.
- Get good sleep, lots of it.
- Get a hammock.
- And African Violets are easy to grow if you remember they like wet feet and dry shoulders.
Whether you got to this end of my blather or not, may you have a wonderful and enlightening year, full of laughs, friends and pleasant surprises. Thanks for coming!
Making: Many indoor plants by splitting up my old, pot bound plants.
Cooking: Bacon wrapped water chestnuts for a Twilight NYE Bocce match next door.
Drinking: More water to buffer my poor liver for tonight’s champers.
Reading: Ruby Wax: ‘How Do You Want Me?’
Wanting: A kitchen reno.
Playing: Colin Hay
Deciding: Whether or not to watch the seasons of Dexter that I’ve missed while my daughter binge watches at super-speed, she doesn’t wait for anyone. I can’t figure out whether she’s more interested in the crime scene forensics or the life of a serial killer.
Wishing: Everyone a memorable 2017, for all the right reasons.
Enjoying: The lack of routine.
Waiting: for Sherlock (Jan 6th!).
Liking: the way we’ve changed the furniture around (why didn’t we do this ages ago?!).
Wondering: About mates in distant places.
Loving: The idea of those bacon wrapped chestnuts – seriously salivating.
Pondering: Travelling in 2017
Watching: Better Things – the best TV I’ve seen, maybe ever?
Hoping: there’s more Better Things to come.
Needing: to Move – the annoying Fitbit that I asked for for Christmas is doing its job and telling me to get off my arse.
Smelling: Scenty candles: Fresh linen.
Wearing: Yesterday’s dress destined for the laundry but handy to cover up the lack of pants.
Following: Crochet Coach
Noticing: There’s a snack sized Picnic within arms reach.
Knowing: That 2017 is going to be a good-busy year.
Thinking: That I will need to utilise my best organisational skills – I have them, they’re just dusty.
Admiring: People who write goals and lists and daily journal entires for more than the first 5 weeks of the year.
Sorting: All the shit in the house, working on keeping only what’s needed and loved.
Buying: House paint.
Disliking: The sneaky kgs that crept up on me this year.
Opening: Another can of paint.
Giggling: Instagram: @yourshittyfamily
Coveting: Tidy houses, as always.
Helping: Wherever and whenever possible.
Hearing: Cicadas – the sounds of Australian Summer!