Hello 2016

So, here it is, 2016 eh. I used to big one for resolutions and all the new year, new me bullshit. The only thing that it ever resolved to do was make the first few weeks of a new year miserable and leave me feeling like a failure when I hadn’t dropped 2 stone, got a new high-flying and super exciting job and my own reality TV show by 18th January. Yeah, I never really did have a lot of patience.

 I don’t know if it’s because I’m in a very different place in my life or because I’ve finally learnt from all those failed resolutions but I’ve decided that 2016 is going to be the year of planning and preparing for me.

First of all, obviously, I have a baby to plan and prepare for. They are due to make an appearance into the world in April and I haven’t actually done a thing to prep for its arrival apart from, you know, growing it and stuff. Fifteen weeks actually isn’t that long now so I really do need to pull my finger out and get a wriggle on and sort things out for that.

Secondly, I’ve just been sort of bobbing along with life for a while now. So I need to give my head a bit of a wobble and actually make some plans for my post-pregnancy life. Do I want to return to work full-time? Do I even want to come back to work at all? Maybe being a stay at home mum will suit me, who knows? If I do return to work it will more than likely be towards the end of 2016 which means I really do have a year of prepping and planning ahead of me.

I’m kind of excited by everything this year has to offer me, you know. I’m looking forward to taking a good hard look at each and every aspect of my life and working out how I actually want it to pan out rather than just sitting back and seeing where life takes me. Don’t get me wrong, that attitude has served me well up until now but soon I’ll have another little being depending on me to be an actual, responsible adult. Although I can’t promise I’m that great at the adult bit, I’m going to try my best. Maybe that’s it, it was fine just seeing what life threw at me when it was just me (and Tom) that had to deal with it but the thought of another bod in our family has actually put some wind in my sails and I’m conscious, for once, of the direction they’re blowing in.

Sorry for the rambly post but now I’ve got it out of my head and into the ether I feel like I can properly make a start on it all. Do you do that? Not feel like something is really real until you tell someone else about it. So there it is, out there in the world. Wish me luck.

Kisses,