Well, I’ve finally got around to having a think about my “resolutions” such as they were. Actually, that’s not strictly true. I had a jolly big think about how last year went toward the end of the year. While my 2014 wasn’t as sucky as that of some of my friends, and while it didn’t really fully suck, it won’t go down in history as one of my favourite years. Anyway, here goes – a re-cap of 2014.
- Keeping my feral leftie mouth shut whilst still leaving my feral leftie heart beating rather messily on my sleeve …
- Writing writing writing.
- Working smarter at work and at home
- Learning to say ‘no’
So. How did I go?
Well, I’m still tilting at windmills. I can’t help myself, and hey, if I can plant even the smallest seed of doubt, maybe that’s all I need to do. Because I cannot help being a feral leftie socialist, and that’s not going to change. Writing? Yes, well, did alright until the wheels fell off – but more on that later. A lot more work writing and a fair bit of editing work, a conference paper and presentation, little bit of blogging and nothing on the fun writing stuff. Possibly because I’ve been using up all my words at work!
I did in fact say no. Quite regularly. And I got a thank you for it, which was also a surprise in light of my erm. Lack of success with #3. Reading. Yes thanks. Ok, I think I only managed 25 books, but it’s still one a fortnight which is reasonable. I have read five books this year already and it’s only three weeks old. I’ve blogged about one of them and the rest will come shortly.
Exercise? Nailed it. I ended up getting a fitbit after the app I was using upgraded and would only work when my phone was on and in my hand (I walk around 500 steps a day while talking on the phone!). I’ve been averaging between ten and eleven thousand steps a day – ranging between 7,000 and 14,000 most days. AND discovered that the walk is no longer about stopping the dog from eating the back yard and actually about the walk. We were away for a week, and I walked every single day we were away. It was good. I like to walk.
Which brings me to #3. This year was best described as chaotic, both at home and at work (mostly at home – I actually kept it together more than I thought at work. Interestingly, we had a psychological profile thingame done and I had to laugh a lot. Generally creative, but in times of crisis, straight into Captain Sensible mode. Suffice to say, ole mate Cap’n S was out and about a LOT in the last third of the year. When one has to write oneself a list that starts with “Don’t Panic”… The home front was insane. Normally, I manage to keep them separated, but man. Pfft. 2014 is over. THANK FUCK.
(Actually got in trouble from my mum for being a bit sweary. I blame Excel, personally.)
Now, I’ve basically rehashed the same old resolutions for the last few years. They’re all good things I’d like to work on, but I think it’s time for at least one thing new (and keep it down to five). I’m giving up on the idea of ever keeping my mouth shut. I will walk away and mutter a lot under my breath. I’m going to continue with the exercise, too. I’ve not missed two days in a row since I started. Even if it was just a brisk walk around the block or legging it from Southern Cross to the top of Collins Street instead of taking the wee doggie for a stroll, I have walked almost every day and I will continue.
This last week, we’ve been pulling the spare bedroom apart so Chaos can have his own room and I have come across many many things. My angsty poetry and diaries from when I was an angsty 15 and 16 year old. Many LOLs to be had there, I will say. And notebooks full of scribbles and snippets of words that go together quite well in some instances. I used to be an inveterate letter writer. I had letters and letters and letters from people that were obviously part of a longer conversation. I don’t write letters. I write the odd email missive, but I don’t write letters any more.
And before Candy Crush, I used to do embroidery. Not just those longstitch kit thingies, but proper Hardanger cutwork. I impressed myself (and took two of the finished ones off to be framed). I was Good. I had a crack at scrap booking. Wasn’t bad at that, either, but seriously? Cutting and pasting for grown ups. This does not mean that my scrap booking supplies went to the op shop. I’m pretty sure studying for a thousand years put paid to my more creative pastimes, but hey, someone invented Candy Crush and I’m lost.
So – Resolutions.
1. Force myself to write more. Letters count. Double points if they’re on paper and written by hand. I suppose a postcard isn’t out of the question.
2. Reading. Instead of Candy Crush for an hour before bed – CC for *half* an hour. Then read, and see if I can’t get to 30 books this year.
3. Use a paper diary and the calendar to good effect. While I like my gadgets, I need my organisation analogue. Daily list at work, paper diary to liaise between work and home, paper calendar at home. Reminders in my phone are ok, but for normal stuff I need to remember. Analogue all the way.
4. Do something fucking creative with my spare time instead of bloody Candy Crush.
5. Stop fucking swearing all the time. Fuck.
5. Now I’ve got exercise happening, lets see what we can do about food.
So there you go and there you have it and so on and so forth.
(1,000 words. Totally counts as writing!)