I began writing this post back at the end of January, but with the snow and the freezing cold temperatures sticking around it all still applies!
Instead of new year's resolutions and 'New year! New me!' everywhere as soon as the January hit, we sort of.. ignored it. And took 2018 at our own pace. I worked two weddings between Christmas and New Year, Sylvie's birthday was on the 2nd January, we needed to disassemble Christmas in the house, I had weddings to get out and into the post.. the 2018 'New Year' feeling skipped us all at this end; we were busy and then it went quiet.
January dragged and dragged (hurry up, Spring, and bring us some sunshine..) and we were ill in our house, one after the other. It was like a relay race of feeling shit and being unable to move off the couch. I'm rarely ill and it was so bloody frustrating to not be able to function properly (also, no-one pays you when you're self employed and can't work. But this is a rant for another time..) It went on for three, then four, then five weeks, and suddenly we were powering through February and here we are in March, wondering where the time went.
On the flip side, it's been so beautiful and I've absolutely loved the snow. I didn't get bored of it - for the record (for my future self) we had thick, thick snow that lay heavy and fast and it was the stuff that childhood dreams are made of. I'm going to throw all my glorious snow-day photos in a separate post; in short, it was magical.
Anyway, new year, same me. This was the year my baby turned one, and the year I turn 30 (yikes). We have travels booked and started looking for adventures to be had. I eventually made some last half-hearted resolutions (lovely, easy ones, like "take your make up off before bed for god-sakes you're getting too old to be lazy about this stuff. While we're here start moisturising and stuff.") and I got the ball rolling with work and marketing and a ton of other interesting things like that.
And you know what? Easing into a year with no expectations and "this is the year I....." has been lovely. 2018 may be the year I care less and do more. Maybe it's because I'm approaching 30 and maybe because I've run out of fucks to give.. but next new year - start slowly and stay in bed while it's cold. Eat well, take your make up off before bed, and start the year properly a few weeks or months down the line..
Happy 2018. The year of enjoying doing less and living more.