I didn’t make any New Year’s Resolutions or set any goals, I can’t say I ever really have. That makes me weird I think because all those around me have penned endless lists. The boys did – Joshua wants to learn to play table tennis and improve his handwriting (as yet no plan is in place for the latter – but it’s a challenging goal!). Liam has a bouquet of goals including not picking at his scabs, being kind, giving me infinity kisses every morning and keeping his pee wall up (that is how he has stopped wetting his bed – a wall has miraculously been erected and so far so good).
I’ve just always perceived them as either whimsical ideas with no concrete foundation or as the cast in stone, here’s a reason no-one gets a bonus, work variety. Neither really inspires me. I am however a big fan of spur of the moment, let’s just do it kind of decisions – I’ve gotten jobs like that, quit smoking cold turkey like that and gotten married like that. Those kind of decisions and goals work for me. The kind that bubble up out of nowhere and smack you in the face.
So the last couple of weeks, I have been smacked up side the head a total of 3 times:
- I stumbled on a boot camp challenge on social media which I promptly ignored. And then, happened onto it again (yes website cookies work wonders), and then I dreamt of it (so weird I know) so then I signed up for it. As of earlier this morning I am kind of petrified of it though – I suspect I may actually die during a session, though Willie is very adamant that it is not that easy to die and I have ample experience in staying alive to qualify me for the position. But yes, Boot camp was slap number 1 – please come and keep me company while a lie ungracefully panting on the fields of the Els Club before, during and after the Rick Bhullar Fitness Challenge (This is not a paid for link – I got lured the same way as the rest of you social media enthusiasts).
- I got bit by the brush lettering bug. I don’t scrapbook, I own a glue gun but can only manage to glue my fingers together and I most definitely cannot sew, knit, crochet or cross-stitch. But I do write really neatly and love all stationery so I think I may have actually found a hobby? Or at least something I’m keen to investigate. My biggest (and only) fans are the boys who fawn and gawk and shower me with praise. I’m not entirely sure how much of that sprouts from them really, really, really wanting to try mom’s new pens – stationery fetish is a genetic trait by the way. If, like me as of a week ago, you have no idea about brush lettering – have a look at my new favourite place Pretty Paper Studio. They have a great selection of crafting goodies (cough, splutter, choke) and an amazing stationery collection!
- High-fives and happiness became slap number 3 while sitting in traffic. It just did and I’m really glad that it did. It started to bubble when the whole world seemed to gang up on 2016 and bullied it to death. Everything was negative, everyone complained, everyone wished the year away. I didn’t. I liked 2016 – yes there were loads of really crappy things that happened in many facets of everyday life, but that’s also the reality of everyday life on a planet with far too many people and a multitude of social media platforms that show you what they think you want to see. But closer to home 2016 was a great year and I’d like 2017 to follow suit. The biggest thing though is I don’t want to spend the year feeling guilty for being happy and for choosing to focus on the positives. It is too easy to get lulled into the comfort of wallowing in everyone’s misery and gripes including our own mundane routines. So High-Fives & Happiness is about choosing to stop and find the happiness, pride, joy, laughter and beauty in our lives and reflecting on it. Help keep me honest and focussed on the Happiness by reading my latest High-fives here.
Um, ok, so I take that back – I think that without trying and without really meaning to, I have goals and technically have New Year’s Resolutions and all three of my favourite kind – out of the blue!
Bring on 2017!