Three short hours, less than 200 minutes, is all the time that’s left of 2018 and I’m not ready. I’ve finished with 2018, the past few weeks I’ve been coasting. I’ve managed Christmas in my own disorganised way and am at peace with everything that’s happened throughout the year. It hasn’t all been sunshine and rainbows but I’ve found a way out from beneath every dark cloud that cast its shadow over me.
I wanted to start 2019 with an idea of where I’m going. Of what I’d like to achieve. A plan of sorts. However, in less than 200 minutes 2019 will be here (at least in my time zone) and I will be aimless. So I’m not ready.
I don’t know where to start, everything feels too big, too scary to contemplate and that single first step is the hardest one to take. 2018 has changed my life and I just hope that 2019 lives up to my expectations of greatness! I want to work on my writing – blogging, poetry, children’s fiction – I want to learn about writing. I want to work on my social media visability. I want to do craft fairs, but need to design a range of poetry based greetings cards first. I want to run. And sew. And all manner of creative stuff.
There’s a jumbled list in my brain that I’m in danger of working on in a jumbled way.
There’s no cohesive plan, there’s not even an empty page on which to write a plan.
I haven’t had sufficient headspace to actually sit down and think about this stuff (maybe if I hadn’t been distracted by my patchwork project, or school holidays, or Christmas, or… maybe then I’d be ready.
This isn’t how I end 2018, there will be a shinier, happier postscript to follow.
But for now, Adios Amigos 🙂