Well, it has actually been almost a full revolution about the sun since I last laid ma paws on the keyboard and bashed out a word or two to you, Gentle Reader. In fact, it’s been so long that you’ve probably all packed up your bat and ball and long gone home.
Anyway.
Here I am.
2022 was a bit of a YEAR, wasn’t it? It didn’t have the “What Ho! Jolly Hockey Sticks! We’re all in this together!” vibe of the previous two years. Okay, that’s possibly a bit of poetic licence there but there we were, striving (mostly) together, trying to achieve a common goal. Then the powers that be went all let ‘er rip, potato chip on us, and all that camaraderie and shit? Pfft. Out the window. Care factor zero. And off we went into the new normal. Ahem. Yeah. Wasn’t a super fan of 2022. It was long and tedious and… fuck it was a long year. Anyway. Onward and upward and stuff.
This time last year (give or take) I made a few resolutions – some specific, some general, some easier, some harder than you’d expect. I mostly did okay. Did not tell anyone I wasn’t related to to fuck off. Although I have to admit to being sorely tempted. It was all about taking small bites of the elephant to be honest, and I will confess – some bites were bigger than they should be.
I finally got the covids the week before Christmas, it was mild and I was mostly bored. Somehow infected the kid I spent 20 minutes in the car with, and not the bloke I slept with for oh eight hours. Weird. I spent a week out in Purgatory (also known as the Garden Shed) and can confirm I need a better mattress topper for the sofa bed, and we really *should* have popped a little window in there just for air.
And I got surgery on my wrist… It worked a treat and the ganglion is gone. Now it turns out the ganglion was hiding other things which is bloody annoying. However, that’s what drugs were invented for. Two weeks off work – not as good as one would think. Reg took the first week off with me so he could do things for me like cook dinner and drive me places. I couldn’t drive for two weeks (I discovered that I *really* couldn’t drive about day ten when I said yes to something because Mayhem could drive… completely forgetting that the car and I were located in one place, and Mayhem was somewhere else. Oops. And yes. I said fuck a lot) But it’s really boring when all you can do is read and watch telly and loll about on the couch. I also manned (ladied?) up and went and did a couple of appointments that I’d been procrastination about for six months. Including the periodontist again after the new new dentist terrified me. Did realise it was actually the building and not the people that traumatised me, and I’m in the market for a new dentist.
Did have a Happy, though. That was odd. I actually felt happy and it lasted for a few days until I was cranky again. But gave me hope that misery is not endless, there are in fact lights in tunnels and the gloom and doom I am surrounded with won’t last for ever. It was nice.
On to the resolutions…
First the easy ones – take a fucking lunch break. I reckon I did that almost every day. Sometimes it was an hour with my book and something delicious to eat, sometimes it was long enough to smash down an easy mac and cheese before I went back to whatever it was that I’d dragged myself away from long enough for sustenance. It was good, and definitely contributed to the next one…
Read more – I read EIGHTY SIX BOOKS. That is a lot of books. That’s just the ones I finished and remembered to write down. I subscribed to Kobo Plus – I figured I was spending at least the cost of it each month on books, and if I read at least two books a month, I would be in front. Went fully sick I did. Yeah. Fully sick. I had a few did not finishes (life is too short for bad writing) and I will confess that most of what I read fell into the category of mindless trash. But that is okay, too. I blame the covids and the hand surgery for this. And weirdly enough, one of my resolutions for 2023 is actually read LESS because… I did nothing else.
Not my circus, not my monkeys – That went okay for a while. But the Arch Nemesis took things to the next level, and well. Took on board that fucking circus, didn’t I? Increases my blood pressure every single time there’s an email in my in-box. And makes me grind my teeth every single time they pop up in a meeting, man-splainin’ away like a person who man-splains a lot. (and they’re not necessarily even a man.). Fuck. Arch Nemesis. Made maintaining Resolution #3 difficult. To be honest, though, I don’t think the AN is deliberately as much of a fuckwit as they appear, I just think they’re nowhere near as clever as they think they are, and as such should pull their fucking head in and get in the bin and pull the lid down firmly on their head. Ahem. I am not alone in my feelings about the AN – it’s definitely not me, and it’s definitely THEM.
Think this means I still need to work on this Resolution. I don’t want to be getting myself all worked up over something that at the end of the day means absolutely nothing. But if my Boss asks me if there’s anything I want to hand over – I can think of a task I can totally live without.
Resolution #3 is fundamentally don’t be a dickhead (but with a shorter word that probably starts with a c). I was successful in this goal on the whole. I also realised that if I had to ask if – by doing X or behaving like Y, I was going to activate Resolution #3, then the answer was generally an unequivocal Yes. Yes you are. Which is a good rule of thumb to adhere to. If you have to ask, you are. Probably. I think I will continue with Resolution #3 this year. I think there are a few other people who could benefit from this Resolution as well.
Somewhat related, I had a lot of time related issues last year. I never seemed to have enough of it. I was too busy re-doing simple tasks for the 87th time because somebody decided they can do my job better than me, or I was too cranky from having to re-do simple tasks for the 87th time… Ditto re: shutting cupboard doors, turning off lights, and putting the fucking sauce away. I did a wee time and motion study on myself last year, and yeah, I get about five minutes for myself each day. Ahem. It’s more than that, but it doesn’t feel like it.
Which leads me to the next one – I wanted to be more creative. I wanted to paint more, cook more, do more crochet…dare I say it… blog more. Yeah nah. Read instead (and tiktoks but more on that laters). I can’t remember the last time I picked up a brush and applied paint to paper. I have cooked a bit, but nothing spectacular or fun. I am so sick of cooking meals, too. There are four people’s schedules to be accommodated, and having a selection of ingredients to make delicious and nutritious meals for anywhere from two to four people is – yeah. Tedious at best. I get eyerolls when I ask people to advise as to their movements in advance. Because who’s got time for that shizzle? Well, I like being spontaneous as much as the next person, but at the same time, object to throwing out $50 worth of food because nobody was around to eat it. Instead of doing anything fun that required time to set up and pack up, I ended up reading a lot. And I completely failed on Resolution #4 and #5 – which were to get off my fucking phone!
Now, I do blame the hand surgery and the covids for my descent into the narcissistic cesspit that is tiktok. I just came on here to tell you this, I just came on here to respond to this comment. Did you hear about the latest celebrity scandal? Fuck me swinging. One. Hour. Later. Apparently, I am a middle-aged lesbian with ADHD and possibly ASD (but mostly ADHD); and I like vids about cats and renovations. Okay, I do like the cat vids and the reno ones. And I will cop to being middle aged for sure. The ADHD lesbian thing though? Srsly? Oh, you sleep with your hands like this, you must have ADHD. You have hyper mobile joints? ADHD. Daydreamer? Can’t meditate? Easily distracted? Tired? Hungry? Bored? ADHD. Crikey. And while I definitely tick a lot of those boxes? Do I have ADHD? I doubt it… Probably don’t. (And don’t all side-sleepers have their hands up near their face like a tiny tyrannosaurus rex?)
Anyway. Tiktok = time suck. Reading is also a time suck. Doing fun stuff I enjoy takes time that I am otherwise spending on fucking tiktok and crappy books. Also, my house is a mess. There are piles of crap in every corner. Okay, they are orderly piles of crap and are not liable to fall down. But at the end of the day, they’re still piles of crap. And all the tiktoks and the reading are taking me away from doing shit I actually should be doing, and not just stuff I want to be doing. This is not a good thing at all. I will disappear under a pile of crap for certain sure.
So… long long long story to get to the end. The Maudy Mac Resolutions for 2023….
DRUMROLL PLEASE:
- Continue with taking a lunch break. It is good. And almost a habit.
- It’s still not your circus, and they’re still not your monkeys. And the Arch Nemesis is a fuckwit, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.
- Definitely don’t be a fuckwit yourself (and if you have to ask… you probably are)
- Read LESS (40-50 books is an elegant sufficiency. 86 is excessive
- Go into the physical office two days a week by the end of March
And a couple of home-related ones.
- Waste less food by only buying protein for two or three meals at a time. Stuff goes into the freezer to die and get thrown out in a year instead of straight away.
- Use your planner to plan and make lists even if you don’t feel like it. Because if it’s written down, you do it
- Kon Maudy the joint. Low key, and not obsessively. Get rid of the piles of crap.
- Use your time for things that are fun and not time sucks. This means art and craft and making and baking and not just doom scrolling.
And congratulations for reading War and Peace. I commend your perseverance. Depending how I go with the whole use my time differently, I might blog more. I might not. I might be too busy painting and baking cakes. Who knows… No promises.