I know every year we say it – and it seems as though its quicker each year, but how the hell did it get to Christmas? I’m not ready! I seriously thought 2017 just began! I had dreams! I had goals! I had kilos to lose and red wines to avoid! How did I totally fail at every single goal this year?
I didn’t become a better mother. I didn’t become a better wife. I didn’t lose that lazy 30 kilos. I didn’t start exercising more, praying more, meditating more or believing in karma. I didn’t become a better person, learn a new language or how to cook a new cuisine!
I didn’t do a damn thing!
I just kept on keeping on, struggling each week to make our budget, trying to avoid a late slip at school every day, riding the orange empty fuel light each week, trying not to drink every night and hoping that we would win lotto and our problems would disappear. It wasn’t a good year, it wasn’t a bad year, it was a year.
Our boys grew up, they got older and found new words and new loves. Eli found Spiderman and Jaxon found You-tubers. We got older and we found sore backs and reflux. The dog got angrier at us for not taking her for daily walks and found staring under the fence more interesting than looking at us in desperation.
But we did stay together, we weathered the storm of another year, introducing childcare and prep homework, new jobs and more time spent away from the family. We found $6 bottles of really nice wine and we moved house without losing our minds. We built stronger foundations and even though we don’t feel like we got ahead, we didn’t go backwards, so I say that’s a win! We pushed forwards, towards new goals, new beginnings and new starts. Bring on 2018!