Something clicked in my head after the Christmas flu. After seeing the activities of my friends on Facebook – outdoors, enjoying the sun, having fun – I realised I have been hiding inside the house for a lot of the time last year.
There are various reasons why.
-I had no energy because of my thyroid.
-I couldn’t be bothered planning anything because when it comes down to it, I’m the one always planning everything.
-I really do like my house and reading a book on a quiet relaxing day.
-I had too much to do to have fun (this sounds really pathetic but trust me, I could be really anal about finishing chores before having ‘fun’).
But things changed after the holiday nightmare. I promised to do more. To plan more. To throw caution to the wind (this last bit is still just an expression for me, I’m trying to get there).
So since coming back from our holiday, we haven’t had a weekend off. We’ve gone to the beach, caught up with friends, gone to the beach again, and caught up with friends again. Rinse and repeat.
There are still chores, of course. I am still the Mother Nazi of it but things have changed. For instance, on Australia Day, having seen the weather from Siri the previous day that said it was going to be rainy, I decided we should just stay indoors.
But then I woke up and saw the sun was out and the heat was actually a nice 27 degrees and I immediately announced to everyone that we were going to the beach. How very random of me.
Although I basically had to nag to mobilise people, I didn’t mind it. I organised and packed. And when we forgot something, I just said ‘well if it was that important you should have thought to bring it’.
So there. A change of heart. I made new year’s resolutions and this one was on the list but it turns out, I didn’t even need to write it down. Things are changing. To start with, we are going to make the most of this summer.