Let’s get the epic fail out of the way first:
I declared 2014 The Year of the Garden. No. Nothing was done. Well the triffids are gone from around the pool, so that’s a good thing, but nothing much else has happened.
And my ongoing journey to be healthy in eating, exercise, weight control and sleep is still a work in progress. In fact, I could have cut out the last 12 months and would still be where I was: needing more sleep, needing to drink more water, needing more exercise and needing to eat healthier.
What’s been good?
Financially it has been an OK year. We’ve only paid off $13,000 from our mortgage. But Mr S bought a brand new car, using redraw on our mortgage. (This was something I didn’t support but he will be getting some inheritance next year which will pay back the mortgage.) We’ve paid for the airfare to NZ for another January trip and to the UK (three weeks in London) and we’ve paid for the accommodation in London and most of the accommodation in NZ.
We’ve had some great trips: two weeks in NZ in January, twelve days down the snow; a week up the coast to Queensland and back home down through New England. I did a five day school trip to the northwest of the state. And I did a long weekend to Alice Springs.
I do like getting out and about. More of it, I say.
I saw some great shows and read some quite a few books. Not as many books as I would like but as many as I could. Again, more of it I say.
My top three books of the year: Flanagan’s Narrow Road to the Deep North and Denfeld’s The Enchanted will live with me for a long time. Both so moving. I strongly recommend them.
The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton qwas original and ironically clever while still being a rollicking tale. Loved it.
Hope 2015 brings much reading, theatre, standup comedy, travel.
I spent much of the year, as I have spent previous years, wondering what I should do with my career. I applied for a couple of other jobs without any desire to have them, or any real reason as to why I was applying for them. Needless to say, without the desire, the hunger to get them, I didn’t get them. And, except for my competitive nature hating having someone else beat me, I was actually OK with not getting them. I didn’t really want them.
This year a friend, who knows I was having a dilemma (what to do with myself, move upwards, sideways, into the bureaucracy) posed a question: what do I want my legacy to be? Great question.
Also, I am spoiled. I don’t have to drive far to work, have lovely kids, have most of my own knights in place and like how things are progressing. So why would I move? To compensate for the lost time and cost of travelling I would need to earn a lot more money. I don’t think I want the challenge of new challenges at this point of my life. Every work place has points of difficulties, so while my current place has some, a move may bring the same or different challenges, and not necessarily an easier time.
I think I’ve come to a point in my career and life that I don’t need to keep striving, to keep applying for the next position. I will relax and enjoy doing what I do, and let some time for me outside of work. (Actually, if I had enough savings and investment to live off, I’d quit. I feel the need to potter, to do nothing much. But as I need to earn an income, I will continue to work.)
So next year, what do I want?
1. Travel. Two overseas trips (does NZ count as overseas?) are already planned, booked and largely paid for. I have some local trips in mind.
2. I want my garden done. And a gardener to maintain it.
3. My mortgage under $400,000 by the end of the year, but this is dependent on the inheritance coming through.
4. Continuing my journey to be healthier and more organised.