The picture above is for a friend who was/is a Biba girl. Sometimes you take friendships for granted. Other times you hold them close. Every now and again you fling them far far away. Today was a hold close day. Not only does my friend make a mean coffee, she also tells it straight. Which is a very good and rare trait. What a woman.
Life has been lets say, colourful, this past year. Straight talking is much appreciated when you’re walking through a Hall of Mirrors.
So, having recovered from a potential hack attack, here I am with some thoughts on new years resolutions for 2013. Overall, I tend to shy away from them. In 2012 I went for an attitude rather than a specific goal. And it was pretty good. My life has changed radically in the last year and I want to keep up the momentum.
So, I continue to choose life this year with an emphasis on reducing my dependence on stress inducing activities. I like change on the whole and I have to prepare for when I have to make more fundamental changes in the future. Lets make it enhancing not depressing.
One practical goal is to make enough money independently to cover my day to day frivolities (quilts and such). Then I can focus on quality rather than salary when it comes to work. So expect penny wise posting and more making. And hopefully selling, a bit. And a reduced stash mountain. Win!
Back to the hack…weird post appeared early New Year’s Day. I have deleted and changed security. I hope it’s enough.
Finally, happy new year to everyone. 2012 was the year this blog found its feet. I’m hoping we sprout some wings next!!
Busy weekend at Stitch Towers. Again. I am no longer an employee so I can’t wow you with my stunning commuter shots or my train related nonsense. So busy weekends are somewhat of a godsend, material wise.
I spent a large chunk celebrating a good friend’s 50th. Here he is, kilted up and pogo-ing. Which can be a hazardous combo. And draughty.
I’m entering a new stage in life and while it’s stressy, it’s ultimately the kind of stress I thrive on. I talked business a lot last night and had a wonderful time, finding out others’ dreams and plans. All that ambition and fervour just waiting to be unleashed.
Redundancy is a bit like a forest fire. It rushes around you and threatens your bubble but it can also bring in its wake the space we all need to start again.
I like change. I always have. And I like space. Sorted.
Redundancy threats suck. Big time.
Parkinson’s symptoms are completely dictated/ linked to stress and rest (or lack of)
I liked not being tired more than this feeling
My Parkinson’s nurse is a goddess
I can knit an ear of rye (yes, it’ll make sense in time)
Enough for today. A weekend of relaxation is required. Xxxx
Way back at the beginning of the year I said I would Choose Life this year. Wel, here we are almost at the midpoint and how am I doing? A mixed bag, I’d say. I’ve become better at stopping to smell the metaphorical flowers of Life, I’ve grown to realise how lucky I am with the friends and family I have around me. I’ve managed to do a reasonable amount of making too, which is good. Those are the pluses.
What about where I need to work on for the next six months then?
Well, I’m writing this post by the hospital bed of a (now) gently snoozing Little One. He has had a nasty chest infection which has led to us having the opportunity to leisurely explore the inner corners of Stitch City’s’ local hospital’s (very well stocked) playroom. And other fun sights. It’s been a worrying time but I think we’re ok now, thankfully. But it’s reinforced my bond with him too and made me very clear that I want to live my life in colour. By which I mean try to enjoy my life and family more without unnecessary stresses playing with my attention and turning everything into greys. What do i mean? Well, i want to work on my health as a priority. And my boys. Lots of playing is on the agenda, oh yes. And similar stuff. Lets sort the wheat from the chaff shall we and focus on the important bits.
So, my resolution holds good. Choose Life. A life in colour. And knowing my little terrors, with the volume turned up to 11.
So, Parkinson’s is a bit of a weird condition. You don’t know whether it’s affecting you mentally as well as physically. Obviously, being given a such a diagnosis plays havoc with your plans for the future, changes your priorities, affects how you Think of yourself and others.
What you don’t have however, is any way to gauge perspective – who could possibly understand it from your viewpoint? I know support groups are valuable but I still firmly hold to the concept of self reliance. When it comes down to it, you have to be able to look after yourself don’t you? And that’s what I’m trying to do at the moment.
So I might be a little quieter than normal, I might be a little abbreviated for a while. I’m OK, but I’m following my resolution to Choose Life and that takes time. Stick with me though, I’m not disappearing. Promise.