It has been a very, very good year, though, if I absorb it all and sift out the weak points. My hair went from shoulder length to bob to very short, weight went from nice to wobbly to weird, scrapping went from ok to great to non existent, photography went from P&S to acceptable to addictive snapping (in excess of 15,000 photo’s) and my life went from drudge to mediocre to crapdom then stability. I travelled from England to California, to Florence, to Holland (twice), to Paris, to Spain and about to travel again to Barcelona and Eire. Ive taught in Birmingham, Bristol, Gloucester, Devon and Scotland and about to hit Wales in February too. Ellie’s confidence grew but physically she is looking a little hunched and curved. But that will be fixed with this new physio she is about to embark on. Mark goes to more Liverpool FC games and introduced myself amongst others to geo caching and for that alone I am dazzled.
But, you know, we shouldn’t really sit and analyse this year (as other years) too much as it will inevitably blend into the others we have survived. There are lessons to learn but non too significant that it should change us. We can make a resolution but like dreams, they are something we float on and try to feel good about the fact we took the time to try and make changes – that in itself is good. I like to think some things I have done have changed me but really I am still me. And the beauty of blogging helps me realise that.
If it wasn’t for blogging so much, I would forget the mundane things I did on a monotonous, daily basis. I blog enough to stand public attention but between the lines, remember the other little bits of that day too. You really only see the better side of my day and nothing gets past the “submit” button that you would want to be sent to sleep by (do you really want to know the total of my grocery shopping bill or how much council tax we pay?!!).
And so what if I blog about having a pooey day? Lifes about poo too! I love looking back to any day I choose and recalling the smallest detail without even opening a single scrapbook. I love that I can upload and share my pictures and my slide album and enjoy the comments and emails that follow it. You empathise, you disagree, you share – it’s a democracy I sometimes hate living with but its there. I cry and laugh and stare and hurt and moan and jump for joy……. every day. I love the randomness a day brings be it being morma, wife-like, crafting, photographing, surfing forums, learning new ideas – even doing nothing. So this is why scrapbookers love to blog – its an online album without lifting the herma!
This is our treat for seeing the new year in. Ok, ok, ok - its hardly Krug or Bolly but its our celebration to toast to a new year… whatever it may bring. I made a spag bol (don’t die fo shock, it was shop bought sauce but a rather splendid sainsburys special sauce with pesto and of course a fabulous shop bought cheesecake) We don’t generally “do” shop bought stuff but we wanted to take it easy tonight.
I don’t want to plan that it will be successful or overly eventful. I have listed a few goals for Ellies sake and am confident that they will be ticked off as they occur. My goal though? Mmmmmmmm, not a tough question. My main treat is Barcelona in February. Its been a dream destination of mine for years. Id very much like an Epson R1800 printer so Im saving for that and Id like to teach a bit of creative photography a bit more often as well as teach at scrapping events. But as long as Belle is happy, Mark is home more often and my camera is working – then Im happy.
Have a wonderful New Year – I will be seeing it in tucked under the duvet whilst watching fireworks on the TV from London. And then zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.