I have done a lot of reflecting during this holiday period. I’ve read a lot of blog posts and facebook updates about fresh starts and being thankful and realising what’s important, and all that. I’m not knocking any of it. It’s all good and true, of course. It’s been refreshing, and liberating, to have some time to just be without the pressures of work and the day-to-day (of course I know this is only a temporary state, so I’m bracing myself for the full onslaught which comes with immersing myself back into the deep end of life). One thing which has struck me head on, though, throughout all the great stuff (and there is lots of great stuff!) is just how busy 2014 has been. And not entirely in a good way. I always like being busy. I need busy. But I have learned it is definitely not good to busy yourself to the point that you find yourself collapsing in a crumpled heap over the finish line on your hands and knees with a white flag between your teeth. It ends, usually, in tears, frustration and wounds, the kind of which you can’t slap a plaster on; the kind which take much time and effort to heal. It benefits no-one in the end, least of all you.
So at the start of this year. This shiny, brand spanking new clean sheet of a year, I am going to gift myself some much needed advice.
Just give yourself a moment.
Close your eyes
Happy New Year to all, and I wish you a peaceful, fulfilling and inspiring year ahead.
The past few months have been a whirlwind. Really. Almost too much. It’s true what they say it never rains but it pours. As the swollen Thames threatens to burst its banks with the recent heavy rains, we too feel the strain and stress of taking on too much. The Christmas break was sorely needed.
But, we have a new home. It is beautiful, and it is home (can I say that again?). Home. Seven years, longer even, in a distant shadow of our dreams we held it – or we tried to – but it refused to settle. It was always “one day….”
And now we have an “ours”, a “here and now”. We have walls. How delicious are blank walls? To paint, to hang things from, to do whatever. I love walls. Solid walls.
This is the house before we moved in: a blank canvas for the cracked fragments of our mosaic lives to find form. It was a sunny October day and I was exploring the way the light played with the surfaces.
I think, also, that this was the calm before the storm (I didn’t take any pictures of the storm).
Things are fine now; establishing, settling. We’re taking root, and I’ll be back properly in the New Year. I have missed you all and I’ve really missed blogging.
Best wishes for an exciting and creative 2013 to everyone!