In the past year I’ve become increasingly disorganised in my thoughts. I’d like to blame it on being too busy to think clearly, but that’s a horrid excuse and I really should make more of an effort. So here’s my attempt at reflecting on the year that passed.
2012 was challenging on a lot of levels. On the surface, life looked very much like business as usual; in fact that’s what I’ve been telling anyone who asks. It’s been a rollercoaster year in some ways, though. Work kicked my butt in many different directions, and my irrational aversion to work-related travel was validated on multiple occasions. I was ill more than I should’ve been, and my fitness suffered for it. Some friends moved away, while others had babies (which, let’s be honest, sometimes places them on rather a different planet than the child-free).
This year I tried hard to spend more time with the people who matter. I made time for family more often, and with James’ help I organised a blow-out 60th birthday dinner for my dad. I was less self-conscious about wearing my heart on my sleeve and letting my friends know how much they mean to me. I also was a bit more ruthless about saying no to social occasions with hi-bye acquaintances.
I’ve lost my temper a lot more than I’d like in the past year, and that’s something that has to change. I’m adopting the Serenity Prayer for guidance in the year ahead. And when I can’t keep sight of that, I’ll at least try counting to 10 before I open my mouth. I may not be able to handle infuriating situations with absolute grace, but I can at least try to get better at faking it.