New year, new blog. After months of becoming increasingly frustrated with blogger not doing what I wanted it to do, I have finally been persuaded to move the big girl’s blogging platform. Really, the only thing that was holding me back was losing readers, so I am hoping that you’ve come with me, it’s so much prettier and nicer to read, don’t you think? As much as some bloggers say they don’t care whether they are read or not, I think we all want to be read. Otherwise, wouldn’t we just write a private journal or even have a private blog. So, please stick around and let me know you’re here. Comments make me smile a lot, apart from the spam, another big reason I waved goodbye to Blogger.
As I think back on 2012, it seems to me that it was a year of nothing very momentous. Nothing much has changed between last January and now, or at least not on the surface. I didn’t have a baby in 2012 or spend any of it pregnant, the first year that neither of those things have happened since 2006. A rather bonkers personal statistic, I thought, when I worked that one out. No-one here got new careers, we didn’t move or do any major work on our house. To the outside eye, nothing really happened.
If I look deeper though, things did happen. Small things, quiet things, that no-one else might notice, but to me they were big.
I got fit, for the first time ever, really. A massive achievement for me and seeing Mini Mck so excited and proud as I finished my half marathon is something that I hope will keep me running for many years.
I learnt to switch off the cynical and be swept along with something. Before the Olympics I was at best disinterested and at worst rather sniffy about how much it was costing and how London-centric it was. Simply by watching the amazing Opening Ceremony I was hooked and spent much of the next few weeks in tears at the successes of Team GB. All experienced via radio as we were camping for most of it, luckily in Weymouth for some of the time, to really soak up the atmosphere.
I quietly stepped out of my comfort zone and started a new venture. It’s so small I don’t quite feel right calling it a business, but I made stuff and people bought it, so I guess it is a business. It’s never going to make me rich, but it was fantastic and scary to do something myself, to put my creations out there for the world to see and have people actually pay for them.
Finally, 2012, was the year that I let my boy out into the world on his own. Much dreaded and at the same time, much longed for MM started nursery, three mornings a week. As I suspected he loves it and I don’t hate it. In fact, it gives me some much needed time apart from him and the opportunity to spend a few solo hours with Nano Mck.
None of us knows what the future holds and that’s certainly true for me and 2013. There may be more opportunity for me to work and earn money, there may not. There may be a baby, there may not. There may be a pregnancy, there may not. There may be final work on the house, there may not.
But there is one thing that there will definitely be; School. *stops typing, breathes deeply and puts hands to face*. I am used to putting school term dates on the calendar, I’ve done it for ten years now, but I am not used to it making my heart contract and my eyes prick. It’s going to be a tough one.
It occurred to my a couple of days ago that I have eight months left, eight months of just me and my crew. Of getting up late, making our own schedule, doing our own thing. Sometimes having two young children at home is hard work and hard on the brain. Sometimes all I want is for someone else to look after them for a day, but I only have eight months left. I need to start making the most of it.