Happy 2018 to you all. I have been waiting for the new year to kick over, for a fresh start, for new beginnings, to dream big, laugh more and grab life by the horns to make 2018 the best year yet. Personally, I don't like New Year resolutions; I can never stick to them. However, this year I don't have a resolution. I have a plan!
So….it’s been a while, I know. Lot's happened since my last post, and I wish I could say it was all for the better, but unfortunately, that’s not exactly the case. Nothing too dramatic, thankfully. Things could be a lot worst. I keep myself in check by reminding myself about the millions of people out there facing many worst turmoils than I am. To even compare them is an understated injustice.
Not a day goes past that I don’t hear about someone facing a major challenge in their life. That they are unhappy, feeling overwhelmed or burdened by financial stress. People are facing relationship breakdowns or suffering from illness. Believing they are bad parents or are not where they imagined they would be, at this time in their lives.
It is often joked about amongst our family, that due to my husband (Mr D) working and me not, as I'm studying and taking care of our little family, that we have stepped into a time warp and are something out of the 1950s. An era where the fashion was elegant, the music was joyous and the man worked while the woman looked after the family. Which we both kind of like and play on sometimes.
Back when typewriters existed, writing was my voice. I struggled to confide in others, turning to the un-judgemental pages of my diary to help me comprehend life and events that shaped me as a person. Lacking confidence, the thought of speaking my mind out loud terrified me. I was a ‘yes’ person, agreeing with others opinions, even if I didn’t. Never speaking up if I didn’t understand, in fear of being labelled stupid.