I began 2012 with the hope that it would bring better fortune than it’s predecessor; 2011 had been a difficult year. I approached cautiously, tip toeing gently, feeling my way, with a silent but simple wish; let it be better.
It was. SO much better. Better than I could have dared to hope. 2012 was a wonderful year. As the year drew to a close, Husband and I celebrated New Year's Eve at home with some close friends. At midnight, EB, who had slept for the whole evening, was awake and in my arms, as we sang to Auld Lang Syne the emotion swelled forth within me. The final much longed for piece of the jigsaw, a year ago previously only dreamt of, was now with us. What a difference a year does make.
At the start of this new year, there is no trepidation, no wariness. I feel buoyant and positive. I’m looking forward to walking bravely through the year’s calendar; through crisp white snow, hair frizzling spring showers, warming rays of sunshine and falling autumn leaves. I am looking forward to embracing each moment in the moment, not crystal ball gazing to the future, but living in the now and enjoying it.
This year, after two years in the planning, we will finally renovate our house and make it home. This year Pip, my first born, will start school. These two events on their own mean it will be a big year of change. Add into the mix the many other unknowns that are sure to cross our path and life is sure to be nothing less than exciting.
At the start of each new year I usually make resolutions. I’ve had varying degrees of success at keeping them, but truth be told, I let myself off the hook far too easily. This year I’ve decided not to make any. I’ve got my hands full adjusting to having a new baby and a major renovation project to manage. That’s enough. That’s not to say I don’t have lots of good intentions (curb the sugar habit) or aspirations (write out a proper plan for the novel I have half a plot for in my head), but, I’m not going to make them resolutions or hold myself to them. Given all the other things going on, I’d be putting unnecessary, needless pressure on myself, which won’t make me happy. This year I’ve decided I’m just going to ‘go with the flow’, treat myself kindly, do what I can when I can, and accept that sometimes, things can’t be done, and that’s ok. If I get to the end of this year and we’re a happy family unit with a new (non leaky) roof over our heads, I’ll feel that I’ve done pretty well. Anything else will be a bonus.