I don't normally ponder the past year, or think about the upcoming year, or make any resolutions. If I worried more about things I'd worry myself into a little greasy stain on the carpet, so I find it's best to avoid self-reflection. But having said that, 2012 was a great year. Without freaking myself out I managed to do heaps of things that I wanted to do. I made lots of lists. Here's one more:
- I spent a few weeks working full-time doing my boss's job, which was a nice taste of what it would be like if I had any career ambitions. Doing the job was fun, genuinely fun, but it's too time-consuming. It re-affirmed my decision to work part-time at my little job.
- I did masses of quilting, and didn't worry about making great art. Or even bad art. That was a relief, and time in the sewing room made me very contented this year.
- I had six overseas trips, including two countries I'd never been to before, and two wonderful family holidays.
- The boys appear to be growing up - physically and mentally - at the appropriate rate, although I'm not sure I have much to do with that. We have fun together now ... most of the time.
- I got fit (although that's shot to hell now, thank you toe) and we did a few things round the house, with more to come. I turned out a heap of cupboards and chucked a LOT of stuff away.
And, of course, I'm still alive. The great big elephant in my room is the chance (35%, according to the doctor, which sounds quite scientific but I don't think it is) that I won't see 2017. One of my main achievements this year is not being paranoid about EVERY sniffle, cough, and ache (see "worrying into greasy stain" above). So, despite not making resolutions, I am going to enjoy 2013 just as much as 2012. Seizing the day...