I feel as though I've been existing in an eerie state of limbo for the past couple of weeks. The hype and excitement of a big family Christmas has passed and now I find myself at a bit of a loss. There's plenty to be done on the farm, of course, but a dragging cold and minor complications with my pregnancy have frustratingly forced me inside. I suppose I could be researching my next novel but in the still summer heat motivation has left me and instead my mind is clouded (perhaps rightly so) by the impending arrival of our first born. In any case, it's going to be a dull couple of months if I keep this attitude up so it's time to snap out of it. I think New Year's resolutions are a great place to start.
As I age I find each year slips more and more seamlessly into the next. Making resolutions helps remind me where my passions lie and what I want to achieve instead of carrying over last year's bad habits. They also serve to remind us that even as we age we are still in control of our destinies.
With a baby on the way I find it pointless to set myself overly ambitious goals. Let's face it, I'm probably not going to be fluent in Italian by the end of the year, but I can be a loving, patient and kind mother and I can appreciate the simple things that bring me pleasure every day: going on walks in my local area to clear my mind and refill my creativity stores, helping Oliver harvest and prepare the weekly veggie boxes for our clients, sharing healthy meals cooked from scratch with homemade ingredients. In the end I do believe it doesn't take much to be happy. It all comes down to the attitude we adopt to our situation. This year I choose to be grateful for the many good things already in my life rather than always longing for something more.