Last day of 2017... Cloudy and rainy.. perfect for contemplation.. I used to fill pages with memories from the past year and resolutions for the new year... endless lists.. I stopped doing that a few years ago, when I could no longer list the places I traveled to or the people I met, because life stopped being about traveling and meeting people. And it felt like there was nothing worthy of remembering from outgoing years.. Also, I stopped making resolutions, cause I kept transferring them to the following year and I don't see the point anymore. I ll never learn french. I tried and tried, its just not working. I'm really glad I took those swing dancing classes though. Something has been ticked off the list.
I will enjoy this day at home, preferably alone.. This is how my days have been melting away in 2017.. home alone, doing absolutely nothing productive. I love it. I gave up caring about achieving things, even to the slightest. I don't have to have anything to show for my day. It's ok. Things will just be done at their own pace. I'm tranquil and happy, even if in the very back of my mind, I feel slightly anxious for studying, for finding a house and for preparing as best as I can for the daunting task of being a parent.
3 weeks to go before the baby pops out (one way or another..). Still not ready, in any way. We are in preparations, in the rhythm of a limping turtle, getting one thing ready every week. It still feels miles and miles away. I still cannot imagine what it will be like, going on labor. I cant imagine holding a tiny human in my arms and being responsible for her well being. I think I will have to shape up pretty drastically...
The coffee effect just got me. I need to get up and start doing something. Laundry, cleaning, tiding up, cooking, taking a shower, anything productive. Scratch the tranquility, its the last day of 2017, we are running out of time. I also have exams in 8 days, which I'm totally not prepared for. I also just got a new book, so interesting and fascinating that I can hardly put down. I have things to do. But Im drawn to writing down resolutions and memories, like the old times..
No need I guess. The year has been full of wonderful everyday moments.. no travels to new places (london doesnt count), not really new friends (but shared lots of love with old ones). Its been great, I have no complaints whatsoever. I survived Limasol and the school year, survived (and enjoyed) 9 months of pregnancy, survived in general, so it was all good. 2018 will be a totally different experience, because my mid-January my little family will grow.. it will be challenging but I have no choice but to take it on.. I hope it will also be kind of fun.. a new experience nevertheless.. Soon we ll move somewhere else, to a place which will probably be a permanent base.. (the word permanent doesnt scare me anymore.. I have already made enough life commitments). My only pledge for 2018 is to be the best person/mum I can be.. I ll try my best..
That's enough for contemplation.. better start moving before the coffee effect fades..
To new beginnings... that do not only come on the first day of the year...
I will enjoy this day at home, preferably alone.. This is how my days have been melting away in 2017.. home alone, doing absolutely nothing productive. I love it. I gave up caring about achieving things, even to the slightest. I don't have to have anything to show for my day. It's ok. Things will just be done at their own pace. I'm tranquil and happy, even if in the very back of my mind, I feel slightly anxious for studying, for finding a house and for preparing as best as I can for the daunting task of being a parent.
3 weeks to go before the baby pops out (one way or another..). Still not ready, in any way. We are in preparations, in the rhythm of a limping turtle, getting one thing ready every week. It still feels miles and miles away. I still cannot imagine what it will be like, going on labor. I cant imagine holding a tiny human in my arms and being responsible for her well being. I think I will have to shape up pretty drastically...
The coffee effect just got me. I need to get up and start doing something. Laundry, cleaning, tiding up, cooking, taking a shower, anything productive. Scratch the tranquility, its the last day of 2017, we are running out of time. I also have exams in 8 days, which I'm totally not prepared for. I also just got a new book, so interesting and fascinating that I can hardly put down. I have things to do. But Im drawn to writing down resolutions and memories, like the old times..
No need I guess. The year has been full of wonderful everyday moments.. no travels to new places (london doesnt count), not really new friends (but shared lots of love with old ones). Its been great, I have no complaints whatsoever. I survived Limasol and the school year, survived (and enjoyed) 9 months of pregnancy, survived in general, so it was all good. 2018 will be a totally different experience, because my mid-January my little family will grow.. it will be challenging but I have no choice but to take it on.. I hope it will also be kind of fun.. a new experience nevertheless.. Soon we ll move somewhere else, to a place which will probably be a permanent base.. (the word permanent doesnt scare me anymore.. I have already made enough life commitments). My only pledge for 2018 is to be the best person/mum I can be.. I ll try my best..
That's enough for contemplation.. better start moving before the coffee effect fades..
To new beginnings... that do not only come on the first day of the year...
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