29 Dec New Year, New Me blah blah prrrrrp!
There is nothing quite as depressing as taking down the Christmas decorations.
The house looks drab. Functional. Lacking glitter, sparkle and fairy light magic.
As much as I don’t go in for all the New Year pledge bollocks I have to admit that I do feel an almost euphoria at the promise of a fresh start.
A new exercise book.
A clean diary.
Underlining last year.
This year I made a resolution to start a blog and by Jove I actually stuck to it!!!
Whilst I’m not going to make any overly ambitious resolutions, I am going to make some promises to myself and I’m putting them out there to you so that if I don’t achieve any, you can throw cyber rotten tomatoes at me this time next year.
One. To make a conscious effort to be more organised.
I’ve made a start on this! I have an actual organiser.
I tried a phone calendar last year and ended up forgetting to check it leading to double and triple booking myself, missing appointments and finding myself thrown out of my dentists for such (jobsworth toothy bastards) and racing home to photography clients sat outside my house.
I now also have a magnetic organiser on my fridge and one on my living room wall.
What could possibly go wrong?
Two. I’m going to be a better parent.
I’m a good mum. Correction. I’m a great mum. It is the one thing in my whole sorry life I can say I excel at and I’m not ashamed at the proclamation. I’m not embarassed for being big-headed about the fact.
I can’t say i’m all that good at much else but in being a mum, I’ve found a purpose.
I’m far from perfect but my reasoning is how can I not be a good mum when I feel this in love with my children.
They are my whole life.
I’m far from perfect though and I need to learn patience.
I need to acknowledge Niamh’s feelings more whether I understand them or not.
She’s a sensitive soul and develops one quirk or habit after another and I need to educate myself on how to best deal with this.
There have been far too many little ones in my hometown that have tragically grown their angel wings this year for it to not affect me as a parent and make me truly thankful for their presence in my life.
I’m ridiculously blessed.
Three. I need to figure out where to go from here. Job wise.
I am one of the few people that can say that I LOVE what I do.
I took up child photography this year and it just went from strength to strength. So many parents sick of being ripped off by large companies charging hundreds, even thousands for pictures of their little ones.
I stuck two fingers to the naysayers and declared ‘I’m here! I’m amateur but I won’t sell you a picture I wouldn’t like myself and guess what….you won’t have to sell a kidney for it’.
It worked! I was incredibly busy in the run up to Christmas and I’m excited by what the future holds for Pickles & Tink Photography.
I’m also still holding down my job at Caffè Rosso. I actually look forward to going in and I’m missing Will & Stephen during the Christmas holidays as we’ve become firm friends as well as employer/employee.
Who else can say that?
The thing is….something is missing.
I very nearly embarked upon a dream business this year with another great friend.
I had, for a while, had a vision of opening a child/baby friendly centre in town where a mum could get a decent coffee and access resources and classes that were no longer as readily available due to the changes to Surestart centres.
A place that the frazzled mum could go knowing that she was safe and understood and able to talk.
Unfortunately each location we loved and bid for fell through and despite excitement from our local authority business manager, we just hit many a stumbling block. This paired with a crisis of confidence in my behalf following my previous experiences with co-owning a business, we decided to park it until the New Year.
Both of us more that aware now that this will be beyond full time.
We both have babies too.
The thing is, I can’t let it go. The idea needs refining but I have a yearning still to work with children in the community so hopefully 2017 will be our year.
Four. I’m going to become a brilliant weight lifter.
My little twiglet arms are going to do great things. I love doing weights and I want to improve on what I already do.
My inspiration….my awesome friend Anne….4 daughters! Well, she posted a picture of herself following a challenge and she looked nothing short of incredible and if she can do it, I’ve no excuses.
Five. I’m going to de-clutter this cesspool of a house.
I’m going to Kon-Mari the shit out of this dump. Nothing will be safe.
Six. I’m going to go 90% tea total.
I say 90% because I don’t want to be unrealistic.
I don’t want alcohol in my every day life. It causes heartache and arguments and lethargy and my health is important to the above point of being a better parent.
I can’t remember the last time I was drunk but I know I don’t want to go there again.
Seven. I’m going to grow my hair. Again.
If you see me near the hairdressers in 2017 please refer me to a picture of me now. Practically bald.
I can’t get away with this little hair.
I have a head like a peanut and a slightly weak chin.
That’s pretty much it for now.
They are the niggles.
I’m not going to change who I am. I just want to realise my potential.
What are your resolutions?