Continuing a sporadic series (looks like I can only manage the odd years… 13 for 2013 and 11 for 2011 is here) of New Year posting. New Year for me is not only a new calendar year, but a new birth year. January always has been and always will be a new start, a chance to look back and forward, to reflect and to plan.
We celebrated the end of 2014 at home surrounded by some of our dearest friends, preparing and consuming a Szechuan feast and drinking champagne, watching the fireworks on the TV at midnight. Whilst 2014 ended in beautiful sunshine, 2015 started with a dismal grey rainy day but even that couldn’t put us off walking on the Heath with friends and then hunkering down in their flat for a cosy evening of tea drinking.
Looking back over my lists of wishes for the past few years, it occurs to me that nothing much seems to have changed. I still strive and seek a calmer, peaceful, emptier life. I wonder whether I will ever achieve it. Some of the things on my list of 13 for 2013 remain but some, I am secretly pleased to note, could simply be deleted in their entirety. “What to do about career/income” – deleted. Most satisfying.
. more de-cluttering. successful de-cluttering. more must leave than arrives.
. a home for everything (and that doesn’t just mean better storage)
. buy less (but only beautiful things)
. go to bed earlier
. less procrastinating
. read more
. browse internet less (but blog more)
. decide what, if anything, to do about a sibling for Pip
. dancing lessons and actually ride bike to work
. more time for me (on my own)
. more time for me & M (on our own)
. breakfast together every morning
. cook more. bake more. more routines
. less time stressing, worrying and reduce feeling ill through being late (e.g be more organised)
. sign up and finish the 11 mile race I’ve been invited to run in May
To come, a look back over 2014. It’s that post that’s been in draft for weeks…