I’ve seen so many posts and Tweets saying January lasted too long, but personally I don’t feel like I had enough January. Considering I go back to work on February 18th, I’d quite like a bit more January – as there’s still so much for me to fix in my house. In all honesty, I had plenty of time to do it while I was off, but it’s been bitterly cold and the last thing I wanted to do on a frosty day was paint my garden wall, or repaint the cold hall. Instead, I played a lot of games. Some of them only kept my interest for a few hours, but below are the five I played the most during January.
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Here I am, fashionably late as always. Over three weeks into 2019, I’ve finally come up with my resolutions for the year, and actually written them down.
Last year was a bit of a disaster year, and I’ve seen a few people say that about 2018. I know personally, I charged into 2018 expecting it to be my year, but actually did very little work to achieve anything. I wanted things to be handed to me on a plate, I wanted miracles – and that’s clearly not how life works. So going into 2019, I gave myself a stern talking to. 2019 will be the year of working for it – but not working as flogging myself for 16 hours a day, 6 days a week (I’ve done that; it was hideous.) Working as in actually putting in the effort to make my life what I want it to be rather than expecting it to happen. So, as tradition dictated, I sat down and set myself some goals and resolutions for the upcoming year. Continue reading
I honestly don’t understand why I pay for this website, when I write posts about four times I year. Occasionally, I get a big boost of creativity and confidence in my ability to run a website, and that last happened in August, just after my birthday. I had a lovely post written about why I hadn’t blogged in so long – with a huge build up to the fact that me and Matt had bought a house, and we were busy in-between shows making it into our first proper home. I planned to post it at the start of September – and with that I wanted to start blogging properly again now I had the time and was free of the stress.
Instead, I’m stepping back into blogging with a little story about how I went to town to see my brother and ended up in hospital. Strap in, it’s very long, it’s very dramatic. It’s also quite descriptive, so if you’re not a fan of hospitals, needles or medical things, I’d skip this post. Just a friendly heads up. I’d still like to share some posts about my new house, even though they are now 3 months out of date, but for now it’s the hospital storytime.
This is a ramble, sorry in advance.
A while ago, I started a post about how I really wasn’t where I wanted to be in life. It was as if all my friends were growing up around me, travelling, buying houses, getting married, becoming parents, landing their dream jobs, having fun – all huge successes while I was still stuck in a rut I’d been in since leaving university. I was still in the same job, still renting a flat, still not married….and even though I was happy, it felt like a sort of lazy happiness. I was content with what I was doing but just because I couldn’t be bothered working harder to achieve more because I’d missed the point I could have been a success. Continue reading