We welcomed 2019 in our usual understated way. Barely staying awake until 12am and having a quiet New Years day. I was scrolling through social media and seeing all the ‘intentions for 2019’ and the ‘my 2019 word is’ buffered with the backlash of ‘I am good enough as I am, I don’t need to be a new me for the new year’ and it made me feel rather tired.
We didn’t make resolutions as such. But we do start the year with a ’shakedown’ where we evaluate where we are figuratively and physically, what we are doing, spending and feeling and then we try and make a plan to move forwards.
As I mentioned in my last post we have been pretty quiet on the blog. It lies squarely at my door and is predominantly because I haven’t picked up my camera in months. So as part of our January shakedown we have made some changes to that side of life too. We have sold our big cameras and lenses and are moving to a small but powerful Sony. It’s a camera we have owned before, liked and feel might fit better with our day to day life. Hubby treated himself to a video gadget thing which he’s excited about and we still have the drone so this year is about utilising what we have and taking a moment to capture the moments.
With changes in my working and our income we are focusing on managing the household in a tighter way and planning ahead more. Meal planning, holiday planning, setting aside for bills and unexpected costs. Working out some goals. I am excited to start work again and hopefully do some training later in the year as well.
If I did have to pick a word for 2019 it would be ‘brave’. Within the first fortnight I have seen the dentist for a check (something I’ve put off for 18 months) had then booked in to have the work that is needed. I’ve seen the Dr and had necessary blood work etc. I am adulting up and doing the hard things.
Hubby is embracing the shakedown. After years of injury and niggles stopping him from running and exercising like he used to (he was running sub-2.35 half marathons) he is back at it with determination and tenacity. We are both approaching 40 rather fast (although in denial about it) and I tidied my wardrobe the other day and was horrified by the amount of clothes that I adore (they do indeed ‘spark joy’) but that I cannot wear as I am to big for them. I don’t want to hit 40 and not be able to keep up with my kid. I don’t want to worry about my health and fitness. I do not wan to have to donate all those lovely clothes!
The kid is doing hard things too. She moved gyms over the holidays, leaving behind her adored coach and a great squad of fun and supportive girls. There were tears, and quitting thoughts. But she has put her best foot forward and is pushing through, this week she has done the holiday programme at her new gym and come out beaming. She’s making new friends, discovering wonderful coaches and support from all who surround her.
She killed it at swim lessons this summer and is doing swim club twice a week until the pool gets to cold and closes at the end of summer. There is a triathlon in February she’s signed up for and she’s starting new dance classes soon. We couldn’t find a class at the usual dance studio for the coming year (the disadvantage of full on gym training is a lack of free time!) so she has decided to try tap dance. I am so proud and also kind of dreading her banging about ‘practicing’!!
This is 2019 and it’s looking good so far