All right, that’s it. It’s time to stop putting it off. Writing a little summin’ summin’ at the end of each year has become sort of a tradition in the Colwill household and this year I did more things, pushed more boundaries and learned more about myself than your average year. And yet for some reason, when I think about sitting down to write this time around, my inner eye glazes over and I find myself doing something else instead.
For some reason, even though there’s more to report on in every facet of life this year, I’m more loathe than ever to sit down and report on it.
But one of the lessons 2019 has taught me is the value of record keeping, journalling and otherwise ensnaring the moments that disappear like so much clumsy metaphor. Another is that something doesn’t have to be perfect to have value and that I should embrace the opportunity to learn and grow regardless of how much “worth” I perceive it to have.
And so! I will begin! I will stream-of-consciousness this bitch out on to the digital parchment and so help me, it will be adequate!
Continue reading Roads travelled, literal and metaphotical
I’m having a lot of thoughts. They’re too long for Twitter, too personal for Facebook, too much to be contained in my brain, too much of a cry for help to stay in a diary. I don’t really need help, I don’t know how anyone could help if I asked them but I need someone to listen even if it’s the faceless emptiness of the internet.
Continue reading Sad Girl Posts Online, more at 11
2018 was my year.
Everyone says 2018 was trash, but to me it was wonderful. I took 2017 off because I was tired, just so tired. But 2018 was going to be my year – I would waste less time, do more things. I had been stuck in a rut, but 2018 was the year I would finally summon the energy to turn the wheel.
A lot of my triumphs were silent things, thoughts and feelings that were not good Facebook posts or Instagram photos. Things that live only in my mind and in my heart, that are so much a part of me now, I have to look back on my journals to remember a time when they weren’t there. But soon, they will also exist in these words.
A lot of my growth this year came from challenging what has always been a part of me. To say “was taught to me” implies a level of conscious decision on the part of my elders that simply wasn’t there. But it was taught to me nonetheless, and I am having to – at age 32 – unlearn many things.
Continue reading Around the Amygdala in 365 Days
Yep, so I’m a bit of a flighty bird. You can tell, ’cause I never finished that last post on our honeymoon. Let this summarise the rest for you: It pretty much ruled.
Well, you know, I’m pretty busy with all the stuff I’ve got on. You know, just, like, such a go-getter. Honestly, between Tiny Tower and Tiny Village and my new Hatchi, I don’t know where I find the time to do anything else!
Continue reading A rant.
Howdy, howdy, howdy!
So, you can probably tell, I gave up on that 30 days with Jess thing. It was fun to force myself to write everyday, but it was really boring writing about myself all the time. I mean, I guess that’s essentially what a blog is for, and something I do generally anyway, but it was all superficial and pretty shallow stuff. So I stopped after Sarah! Who is amazing.
Tim and I just got back from our honeymoon, for those who don’t know. We went to the UK and then briefly to Germany, and were gone for just over a fortnight. It was a great experience, and I had a really great time. Even the flying, which I thought would be the worst part, was not that bad. I had so much stuff to do all ready, book, writing book, DS loaded with brand new games, iPad loaded with new books and games. I was set! Then I didn’t end up using any of that, cause the stuff they had on the in flight entertainment was so good.
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