|Xmas Eve 2016|
|Hello! And Happy New Year, and all that jazz. Again, a little quiet around these parts over the festive break, but things are back to normal now and here we are. I've seen this thing doing the rounds on Instagram etc where you take a picture from the start / end of the year and reflect on how things have changed. So, consider me on board with this. |
In the top picture, I'd been persuaded to leave my bed for the first time in days to go to a NYE party at a friends' house. I hadn't stopped crying for about a week, and think I would have preferred to stay home in my duvert fort with a film and just sleep, but they were worried about me so I braved the party with my brave face on and pretended things were okay until it was safe to leave, and drove home through a stream of salty tears.
|Xmas Eve 2017|
Skip forward to the next NYE party and on the surface, not a lot has changed. My hair is a little longer and a little more grey, there are forehead wrinkles and my eyebrows (and thighs) are a little thicker. Things aren't all bad; I've trained hard over the past 12 months and set PBs in the weights I can lift and my Parkrun times and also ran my first proper races.
I travelled a little, and made decisions which were right for me, rather than trying to keep everyone else happy. I also said no to some things, which felt kind of good (and is worth noting). But, I took on new challenges, too. I think I was just a little more picky.
But, the most important part to note: things got better. A lot better. After feeling as though they might not, I'm infinitely happier than I was a year ago. And that, I think is worth the extra couple of grey hairs.
Yes, I have some goals for the year but I'm still kind of refining them, so I'll share them when I'm ready. One thing I've definitely learned over the past 12 months is that everyone moves at their own pace and that's okay.