OK, fairly scary, this. My first ever blog post. Why am I doing this?
Well, at the end of 2012 I'm going to turn 50. I know it's only a number etc etc but I'm JUST NOT READY. I've decided that if the Queen can have a whole year of hoopla, so can I, so stuff the Jubilee and welcome to my Golden Year of Celebration. Broadly, I would like to do 50 things this year that I've always wanted to do but never (or rarely) have. I don't have unlimited cash or holidays so they don't have to be big, just things to enjoy.
One tiny problem - I'm a lazy, feckless slattern who finds it easier to lie on the sofa than to get off my arse and do stuff. It's easy to sit here at a time of New Year Resolutions and confidently commit to a load of stuff that in practice never happens. SO, I reckon that telling everyone and putting it in writing will mean that the pressure will be maintained - the combination of laziness AND living alone means that there's often limited motivation going on.
I would love see as many friends as possible through the year and do some of the things with them - again, making the effort to meet up has often been beyond me.
So that's it, really - it's all me, me, me but this year I don't care - come December I don't want to be saying (yet again) that I wish I'd done this, that or the other. (Especially the other.)
Some ideas so far:
Walk some of Shakespeare's Way
See an unspecified number of birds I've not seen before
Narrowboat weekend
Walk from Padstow to Fowey
Drive a steam engine
Go in a biplane
Do an abseil
Let the Mid-life Crisis begin!
Deep love for the word "slattern". It isn't used enough these days. I'm with you for the walking and narrowboating but you are on your own (or with someone braver) for the flying and abseling. Onwards!
ReplyDeleteThank you for being my first commenter, Gabrielle!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. One of many, I am sure. Did you know that you can walk some of Shakespeare's Way in your lunch hour? I am assuming that's not the bit you have in mind?
ReplyDeleteErm, not really! Was thinking Stratford to Oxford.
ReplyDeleteOoh, lovely! I'm in!
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