2015. We’re nearing the end of month number two of this year. 2014 was a year that from most accounts, really sucked. 2015 is a year that hopes are pinned on, yearnings for better days are marking days and in many ways for many people, 2015 needs to be the year that offers relief.
So, this is my 2015 so far:
1. I’ve been to visit my dear flatmate who isn’t my flatmate anymore. I miss her. But at the same time, the beauty of our friendship is that it adapts. We’re sort of averaging on getting three days together every three months, which is both screwed and fantastic. I love her but her home is in Melbourne and my home is in Newcastle.
2. I’ve watched my beloved grow in her passion about design. She’s extended the range of stuff that she makes, and gets so excited with every new Facebook like and Etsy favourite. I’m so proud of her. This is us on our cruise last year, before I broke my ankle:
3. I had a sudden epiphany about what work I should be doing. It’s so bleedingly obvious. So, I started the Tafe course for the qualification of “Activities Officer”. I will be heading into residential settings and providing fun, distraction and diversional therapies. Brilliant!
4. I’ve watched people I love achieve stuff. Art shows. Hard decisions. New jobs. New schools. New life stages. Moving house. Choosing to be a better person.
5. I’ve rediscovered my love for the ukulele, and also found out that I quite like doing fused glass stuff. These things are linked but I can’t explain why yet. Stay tuned!
6. I’m learning not to be scared all the time. To rely on the love of the people around me. That people are generally good, and most of the time, don’t intend me harm. That there’s a reason why life was difficult for me, and I’m working with that reason to create better days and make things possible. It’s good. It’s confronting. But it’s good.
7. This year was meant to be the year that I started to run. A fun run a month was my aim. But as I learned how to walk properly after my ankle reconstruction, it turned out that seven years of a dodgey ankle made me develop some really bad habits. These habits have meant that my body tried to compensate for the ankle, resulting in a really angry achilles. And to be honest, the pain and the injustice of it – it really wore me down. I felt so sad and disappointed and just so fat. Like I’m never going to have a chance to even try to get healthy and fit and strong. So I gave up. But then today, I decided that the game isn’t over yet. It’s time to begin again. So, tomorrow I revisit the surgeon. Wednesday, I return to physio. It’s not easy and it’s not nice but it’s better than drowning.
8. I’ve also decided that this year I am going to do poetry slams. But that is a whole other story.
How is 2015 going for you?