It is nearly March already, which is just the most ridiculous thing. My plans for the year had involved launching myself heart and soul back into this blog in February when my kids were back at school and the dust had settled from too much travel (just kidding, that’s not a thing), Christmas and the long downward spiral of the school holidays. It’s not so much that I’d made a New Year’s Resolution, but I had planned to be back. But, as we all know, the best laid plans of mice and women often go awry, so here we are.
I don’t have a feministy rant to send out to you today. Instead I am pondering the year that is too come, or the next three quarters of the year that is to come. I’m hoping for big things. For myself, but for all of you as well.
For me this year is about stories, writing, family and clawing my back to good physical health. Nothing new there because that is what life is always about for me. There’s no point focusing on any one thing, something else always takes over. Instead I’m going to chip away and snatch pockets of time for doing the things I love.
Starting with this blog again.
So, there you have it. Short and sweet this week, but a commitment nonetheless to the year that is well under way.
P.S. I took the cover photo for this post on my recent trip to Antarctica. This little Gentoo came right up to the crowd of excited tourists and their sea of cameras. She/he was so beautiful, curious and fearless and I think this image captures that. I’m going to try and think of this tiny penguin at the end of the world whenever I talk myself out trying something new in my creative life.