I’m very much a wearer of rose-coloured glasses and see everything as glass half full, but I have to admit that I have a handful of key ‘favourite’ times of the year that are a bit more special-er than others. For example, I seriously LOVE the night that our fireplace roars to life for the first time in winter but I equally love that first time I strap on my bikini in spring. I love December 1 because my mind officially starts packing for holidays. I love the day I buy a new diary for the coming year. It’s a book that’s packed full of excitement and potential. It’s a tangible clean slate. I love going to bed on December 24 because you know that all you have to achieve the following day is a serious food coma (what other day affords you that privilege ?!). But I ESPECIALLY love that week in late January when the kids go back to school. Not only does routine return for the whole family but I always find that that one week in January is my key week for organisation of life in general. I honestly feel my whole year is set up by that one week in January. I set and collate all my work deadlines for the year, print schedules out and pin them with gusto to my office noticeboard (neatly though, right-dressed and with equal margins around each side #becauseOCD).

I contemplate the best times to take holidays around all those deadlines and start actually reading the copious Luxury Escapes and airline spam emails I receive. I set out my husband’s list of annual leave for the year, to help me through the school holiday juggle. I set out our family’s weekly calendar based on the kids’ extra-curricular activities for the New Year. I finally knuckle down on a gym schedule that’s do-able within that family calendar. I even decide on a set grocery shopping day of the week – and usually forget it by the end of February. I set goals properly (not in a drunken, midnight, December 31 kinda fashion).

There’s something truly inspiring and energising about the New Year and the fresh start or clean-slate-ness of the month. I love the prospects of a New Year and the promise. The key is to keep that momentum going for as long as possible. I’m hoping it hangs around longer than my set weekly grocery day…

Belinda Glindemann

Belinda Glindemann  

Belinda knew she was destined for a career in communications and publishing from the age of 11 when her Year 6 teacher introduced her to poster projects and glitter pens. She completed her journalism cadetship in the Whitsundays and went on to hold various newspaper and magazine editor roles across Brisbane in a media career spanning more than a decade. When Belinda's not writing for haven, she runs her own PR agency, kid-wrangles two young daughters and drinks way too much sweet tea.