It seems to be quite an unpopular idea this year to make new year resolutions.. I’ve noticed a lot of posts floating around social media about bucking the trend for putting any pressure on yourself just because it’s a new year (which I do understand), but I’ve always been a fan of pausing a little at the beginning of the year and setting myself a few targets to set things off in the right way.
You know what’s really fun? Realising that your holiday flight company has gone bust with 48 hours to go before you’re due to fly.. We had time booked off, everything was set and sorted, luckily we were due to pay for the hotel once we arrived (we were originally going to Spain for ten days), before realising that we actually couldn’t even get there. We set up camp at the kitchen table with less that two days notice to find a holiday - “please, just anywhere that’s hot” - to go on while our bags were already half-packed. Luckily we managed to find a package deal to Turkey where it promised us weather of 27 degrees for ten days. It wasn’t an ideal scenario but it actually turned out pretty well, considering!
I’ll admit, I didn’t fully know how I felt about turning 30.. it felt a bit odd in the months beforehand to have this ‘thing’ hanging over me, but when it happened I sailed through and it turned out not to be a ‘thing’ at all. I do miss a little being ‘in my 20s’ but I had nothing huge that I’d hoped for by the time I was 30 that hadn’t actually happened. After I had Vivienne, age 20, I made a little scrapbook of everything I wanted to do before I turned thirty. In it was little things like “go camping” and ”go skiing” (“go skinny dipping was also apparently important to add to my bucket list in my early 20s..), trips like “visit Las Vegas” and bigger things like “buy a house”.. I wasn’t working to the list but somehow pretty much all of it happened?!