Tuesday, 1 January 2013

In which I don't want 2013 to be too different

I didn’t really resolve to do much that was new or different in 2012. I thought I should probably moisturise more (which I did); spend a bit less money (which I didn’t) and finish more books than I abandoned circa page 100 (which, on balance, I think I achieved, but only because I re-read some of my favouritest ever books in the process). All sensible and achievable, but not groundbreaking.

But despite my apparently underwhelming goals for the year just gone, 2012 ended up being a pretty damned good year. There were the unforgettable Olympics. I rekindled some long-abandoned hobbies and, er, kindled some brand new friendships. Oh, and having been asked atop an escalator in a South London tube station, I left my little Home Counties house and my large Home Counties cat to move back to London to live with The Writer. Which was unexpected and has been rather nice.

So for 2013, I’m rather inclined to do much as I did in 2012: to carry on as I have done, but with a few un-groundbreaking and eminently achievable goals along the way…

Attempting a dry January. I tried last year and failed miserably but, once again, Pa Blonde’s Christmas hospitality has rather put me in need of a detox. And so, an attempt at a booze-free January is once again on the cards (but with, I feel I should declare it here and now, one day off for what are on the cards to the be the Nuptials of the Year. But that’s it. Just one day. Or so the theory goes). Which fits well, I suppose, with the intention to…

Go to the gym a bit more. I have more energy, I sleep better and I feel better when I exercise regularly. No, it’s not an awful lot of fun, and I don’t think I’ll ever get past feeling intimidated by all the enormous men grunting enormously as I pootle around on the cross-trainer, but it does give me a chance to catch up on a bit of downloaded telly I wouldn’t otherwise watch (thank you iPlayer. Although there is something especially masochistic about watching Masterchef whilst running), and hopefully it’ll pay dividends given that I plan to…

Get serious about the riding. Between Best Mate, Domestic Slut and The Equestrienne, I had little to no chance of not literally getting back into the saddle last year. Having had a couple of lessons to get back into the swing of things, I appear to have given in to overwhelming temptation that is not being in the school working on my technique, and instead taking advantage of the Home Counties countryside at my parents’ house to indulge in long, fast, and muddy hacks where I’m going at such speed that no one can see what I look like in the saddle anyway. But that’s going to change. Back into the school for some serious flatwork, and then some hard work put in over the jumps with a possible view to getting involved with a local hunt next season. Once I’ve, er, got that next hack out of the way.

Write a bit more. Here. For the lovely types over at the Middle Class Handbook. On the back of envelopes. A few words on paper of the ill-fated novel I’ve been thinking and not doing anything about for years. Just… y’know more.

In short, I’m after more of the same, because 2012 was pretty bloody marvellous, to be honest. I have very little to complain about. Here’s to 2013 taking the reins and running with it...



4 comments:

Mud said...

If I ever make it back to London - I will be looking up the equine options as well. That sounds blissful!

Happy New Year!

Blonde said...

Mud: I really can't recommend it enough. Happy New Year to you too! x

Sean Fleming said...

This all sounds good. Soul food ... by which I don't mean fried chicken, cornbread and sweet potato pie, but that which nourishes the soul.

2012 was a funny old year for me. But in the main it was a very healing year. Having spent 10 months as a stay-at-home-dad I reconnected with my family, and with parts of me, that took me by surprise.

I only made one resolution this time last year, and that was to focus on the things that really matter. I think it worked. So, like you, I hope I can keep that up, with a few additions here and there.

Happy New Year.

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

Yes to write more, and ponies. And good luck with the booze free January. Rather you than me.

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