2016. I’m already feeling it.
2016 is going to BE my year.
Yes, I’m an eternal optimist but the signs are there that this year will be a good one.
- My house is clean and tidy. It’s never clean and tidy. This must be a good omen.
- I started the year with my first parkrun. Sure I walked the entire 5km course and my knee ballooned up afterwards but I did it. Bring on this coming Saturday when I can do it all over again.
- I’ve had time to plan and breathe. For the last twenty Januarys I’ve either worked or been in transit somewhere. This is the first year where I’ve had absolutely nowhere to be. It’s a nice change.
- After 5 years of blogging (yay, happy blogoversary to me!) I feel I finally have a clue about what I’m doing. And it’s like a huge weight has fallen off my shoulders.
I always knew 2016 was going to be a better year. Lets face it, after the last couple of years the bar is not all that high. But I was surprised at how quick my mood lifted and my mindset changed once we ticked over into another year.
It’s almost as if I was holding onto the grief and the disappointment just because it was still 2015. It seems my mind has now given me permission to move on and embrace the hope and promise of a new year.
I’m not one to make resolutions or have a dedicated word for each year. Mainly because I peaked in the resolution stakes when I started this blog on 1 January 2011 – nothing is ever going to compare to the success of that one.
And, to be honest, I can’t ever pin down one word to aspire to. Maybe I could narrow it down to a top ten, but never to just one.
Last year was hard. And the one before was traumatic. But this year I feel free. Free to dream. Free to plan. Free to aspire. Free to just be.
But free would not be the word I would choose. Although it would definitely be in my top ten.
I’m trying to push aside the fear. In some ways I hid behind my grief last year. My first full year out of the workforce. It was easier to just coast along and cling to the excuses of my sick Dad and my dodgy knee than face the reality of being a sole trader.
I was supposed to be setting up my business and starting to build a part-time income but instead I just floated along, moving from crisis to crisis. Yes, there were valid reasons for my inaction but I know I could have pushed harder if I chose.
This year, there are no excuses. I need to face my fears head on. I need to put myself out there. I need to build my business, be focused and be brave.
I need to believe that I can do this thing.
And I can. I know I can.
2016 is going to be challenging, both personally and professionally. It’s going to be challenging for my knee as I move into the next phase of rehab – the hard stuff. It’s going to be challenging for my personality as I face my natural reluctance to approach people, cold.
And it’s going to be challenging without my Dad.
But 2016 is going to be inspiring, fun. busy, fast-paced, purposeful, organised and ambitious.
All the words – not just one.
That’s why I’m calling it early.
I’m starting as I mean to continue. With confidence and positivity.
May 2016 be your year too x
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