With all the well wishes and all of the “Happy New Year” messages that came flooding in, full of hope for a better year… I made two promises to myself: Drink more water (juice) and find ways to remain calm.
So far, so good. My ‘promises’ are not ones which can be taken away from me due to a national lockdown – which means no excuses.
I am eating fruit more, drinking less caffeinated, carbonated drinks and I have started doing Tai Chi.
Following along to some YouTube videos and feeling a bit of happiness that I am learning something new, in a time where not much of anything in the world is new, is a nice enough feeling.
Another lockdown brings with it more of the same repetitiveness that we have had since March 2020 – almost 1 full year.
But maybe we can create our own positives. Or at least try to. A little bit of Tai Chi every other day and some positive goals that I am determined to achieve is my own little way of trying to do better.
Hopefully the end is near for this Coronavirus pandemic. Hopefully some time spent doing new things (even from the mundane comfort of home) can help this year be a more positive one.
And then one day, the lights went out. The walls closed in, faces became blurred, words went unheard and there was nothing but silence.
And it was deafening.
And then she held the tip of the sword to his neck, softly. The skin dented but did not break but he still fell to his knees and wept.
There was fire and it burned so brightly in her eyes that it was startling to any who saw it. The ones who thought they knew her were so taken aback by it that they stood there, mouths agape, silent.
And then the air felt pure, the earth righted itself and a huge weight was lifted.
March is the time for having a healthy sleep routine – to be strict with myself on what time I put my phone onto silent and switch off the TV.
March was the time of placement – the next step in my degree. Working closely with vulnerable people within a service that is both terrifying and exciting and loving every second.
‘Working’ 9-4, 5 days a week – longer when given my own caseload – had me feeling very motivated and gave me a feeling of purpose.
The threat of CoronaVirus has put this experience on hold, hopefully temporarily, which has left me with a frustration that has caused tears to fall.
But I am sleeping, which is something positive to focus on. No matter how small this achievement, no matter how insignificant, I have done it.
February was the month of eating more fruit – it did not go to plan.
I am not a big fruit eater but I do eat a lot of vegetables. So this was a challenge for me, to get it into my routine to buy the fruit regularly enough that it could be eaten daily.
A lot of the time, I forgot to buy it.
Some of the time, I forgot to eat it.
Thus ends, the fruits of February.
December was a month of feeling like I needed to find my own thing.
The previous month had been one that had seen me trying something I had been thinking of doing for quite some time, based off the positive enforcement of several people around me.
December was a month of thought, of honesty, of finding something that felt like me.
I found Yoga.
I did the Yoga.
I enjoyed the Yoga.
I found a thing that could potentially become one of ‘my things’.
This is definitely a thing to take with me into 2020, something to enjoy and to take seriously.
December was a month that ended positively.
A positive end to my trial run of trying to make changes to my life.
May 2020 be a year of radiant success!
In 2018, I moved to the City. It was an exciting adventure and I made a point of looking at some activities I might be able to do while living here. Things that had often crossed my mind but were unattainable while living in the village I was raised.
Some things were an exciting thought, put off until later because of being in an unknown area and some were done, accomplished with delight.
Pole dancing – a way to keep fit while having fun… Last year, I had not known the area, it was too far away, it was something to keep in mind for a later time.
A LATER TIME
I tried something new, I socialised and became aware of where the location of the pole dancers were. I went, I tried, I left.
6 fundamental pole dancing lessons signed up for – 3 lessons achieved. While the first lesson had been fun, something different. The following 2 lessons were less so. I did not enjoy them as much as my initial lesson, this was not for me.
But I tried.
November was a month of trying.
October was the month to not be lazy, to re-energise and to get out.
Going out, every day, at least once, regardless of plans or mood. Check.
October was a complete success, likely due to my silence on the matter. I had not mentioned it to anyone, I had just got on and slotted it into my life as though it was a necessity – which it very certainly was!
Let us celebrate, for small achievements!