So, here we are, 2018. Let’s not start with how that happened. But welcome, to a new year!
A clean sheet. As I read last night- welcome to 365 blank pages. A wonderful image. Now to control my urge not to doodle and scribble, and mess the pages up a little.
As analogies go, 2018 really does feel like a book of blank pages. I find myself trying to make plans, and realising- we’re not really that certain on where we’ll be at the end of this particular chapter.
There are a few certainties,
2018 is the year I turn 40.
I’ve absolutely no idea how it happened. But now it’s here, it’s inevitable.
I have my Forty before 40 list to give me focus, although I sense it’s a longer term plan- and I think that’s ok.
One of the comforting things about turning 40 in 2018 is that I’m not alone. A few will precede me, which make it a little easier, and I predict a lot of fun. And there’s even rumours of a ‘Forty Festival’ in West Wales- which I think, randomly, will be a great way to soothe any ill-feeling.
And there are, of course, other celebrations. There are birthdays in January- one of which includes a Nerf War- how could I not be excited about that? March sees a Horrible Histories themed party, of which I’m already filling a box with props. So many parties to plan.On the unknown front, 2018 has an aura of déjà vu, although more specifically how we began 2016, with the cloud of work, not knowing what the rainbow is going to bring.
The story in 2016 was ‘we haven’t made you redundant, we made your job redundant’. Which I wasn’t particularly convinced by but I found my peace. The current 2018 message is a little different- ‘we think you’d be better at your job if you were sat in an office, the office is 200 miles away. If you don’t want a seat in the office, we’ll find someone who does.’
It’s far from straightforward. On the one hand- family, friends, schooling, life- but in a world which is only getting closer due to better technology and transport- there is as much opportunity in front of us.
And whilst I’m fortunate to have Mr J focused on all the positives of 2018, there’s the emotional side of me who only just recovered from 2016.
Either way, 2018 will carry on with home improvements, overlooking the detail of which home. Which I’m excited about. I still love walking into my office now it is finished. And, even though I have to take a sharp intake to overlook the mess, the children’s bedrooms really do make me happy.
So, whilst 2018 has more unknowns that usual, I suspect it will end with fantastic memories made. I’ve a feeling with three little people keeping me in check, it’s a done deal.I wish you all the best for 2018. I hope you create the most wonderful moments, and memories to hold close.