Anyone’s whose paid for their wedding will know there is some serious saving involved that starts at least a year in advance, so when mine and Wes’s five year anniversary rolled around on 10 December last year, we knew we couldn’t go crazy on the celebrations.
New Year’s resolutions. I’ve expressed my opinions about attempting ‘fresh starts’ before and upon reflection, I still feel pretty similar about them.
When I wrote that post, however, I was turning 27, was terrified about the unknown my future held and felt so incredibly lost.
It was only upon reading that post just now (mainly to make sure it wasn’t too cringe-worthy to link here), I realised how far I’ve come. I’m still somewhat nervous about my future, but the excitement for it overrides it tenfold. I can finally see potential. And this leads me right into 2017.
“I’ve had a hard day, I deserve a stiff drink tonight!”
“I’m tired, better have a sugar hit.”
“It’s Mars Bar Monday/donut Tuesday/cupcake Wednesday/TIm Tim Thursday/scotch on the rocks Friday!”
Any of these one-liners sound familiar?
Don’t get me wrong – I know how many incredible people I have in my life, but I don’t think I had ever comprehended that people would come – some a very long way – just to celebrate the fact that I love someone enough to marry them, and they love me right back. It’s sounds kind of strange to put it like that, but that’s exactly what it was. A celebration of love. And it was awesome.
That is the bloody big question. This blog. My life. Adulting. Not quite adulting. Not wanting to adult what-so-ever but having to do it anyway. I’m not going to bore you with what you already know here, but today’s post revolves around something 99% of the world have a serious addiction to. That morning brew. Liquid gold. “I can’t function until I have a cup”. Yep – I’m talking about coffee.
Ok, let’s have a moment of honesty here. Who am I kidding, this whole blog is filled with shameless honesty (that I should probably sometimes be a little ashamed about…). I’m not so great when it comes to this whole blogging thing. Content quality – yeah I guess that’s alright (going by the feedback all of your rad, rad people give me), but frequency? Shameful.
“Well what a big year 2015 has been!” The first line of any typical Christmas letter/email hundreds of thousands of people type out every year to send to their nearest and dearest…as well as basically anyone they’ve ever met long enough to scrawl down their postal or email address and add to the Christmas card list.
Today I stuffed up. Well not specifically today – today it was brought to my attention that I stuffed up. This particular ‘stuff up’ happened weeks ago; so long ago, in fact, that it now can’t really be fixed. It is what it is, and all I can do is accept that it happened and live with the fact I made a mistake.
So this may come as a surprise to you, but getting engaged was a pretty big item on my bucket list, or as some of my friends will remind me, an important component of my five year plan.
I woke up yesterday morning in a pretty foul mood. I’d been up late the night before with a recent argument on my mind and I was feeling disappointed. Frustrated. Uninspired.