New Year’s Wishes to You

Thinking of you all – friends, family and people I’ve never met who read along as well – as my Wolf and I quietly see in the new year together from the couch. 2017 has been equal parts amazingly good and extremely hard for us, and I can’t bring myself to feel sad for seeing in 2018 quietly with the love of my life.

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My wishes for 2018, for all of us…

May our Ancestors, those of the blood and of the heart, and Our Mighty Dead stand with us through the trials that life throws at us, and our spirits soar through the year to come.

May the year to come be one of abundance and laughter, of good times and resolutions to old hurts.

May the powerful who deign to stand above us fall, and the humble who work for the greater good rise. Let us stand with them.

May we create. Create things, create life, create a better world. Let it be a year where kindness rules above all.

May it be a year overflowing with love. God knows we need more of it in this world.

Above all, may it be the year we live as best we may, as authentically as we may, and as honestly as we may. 

With hope, love and faith, 
Bones.

 

2017 Redux (Yeah we’re early)

It’s closing on the end of the year and… I’m sick, again.

Off work with lots of time to kill today and I can tell you that with 3 months to go 2017 has been one hell of a ride.

  • Sick – all year. I’ve been constantly sick.
  • Except for that one time when I was pregnant… Ah, that’s kind of ongoing. It’s nice to know I hadn’t suffered through weeks of nausea for nothing though ;p
  • Inflamed medial nerve – hey presto, we know what’s wrong with my hands and how to take care of them.
  • MARRIAGE! I’m married and holy fuck is that a mind trip. Honestly it’s changed nothing and everything all at the same time.

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  • Lipstick – didn’t really become a happening thing. Go back to the sick part. When getting out of bed is a literal nightmare then makeup is the last thing you give a shit about.
  • Reading – thanks to being sick I have actually done a fair bit of this. I have also found some new comics I really like recently.
  • PUPPY! Ok so he’s 8, but we welcomed the beautiful Kovu to the family just after Easter 2017 and the big goof has fitted right in. We have some minor behavioural issues to work on – someone likes to bark at all the passing trucks and cars for several hours of a morning – but overall it’s gone really well. He’s a very polite, but super cheeky boy.

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  • Depression has been neither a winning nor losing battle. My meds can’t keep up with current lack of sleep and hormonal changes, but I’ve come a massively long way since I started therapy and I having coping mechanisms in place that I never thought I would.
  • Home continues to go well. We have all the patio areas in and I started staining the plinths for under the last section of fencing to go in. Once we’ve done that we can look at grass and then gardens. It’s been a long slow process with My Wolf’s ongoing travel for work.
  • PREGNANCY! The latest in a long list of things shaking up my world. I’m now 22 weeks pregnant. I have a very normal and healthy baby growing inside me and a great Obstetrician and GP taking care of me. Not to mention all the love and patience from my husband… and god does he need patience, because perpetual exhaustion does not sit well with me, and I am currently the grumpiest human being ever.
  • 1 year at my job… today I think or soon.

 

So yeah, if 2017 could refrain from throwing any more huge things at me that would be fucking awesome. I’d like 2018 to maybe be a little bit calmer? Newborn aside.

Fuck This Shit

It’s 8am, my head hurts and I’m a level of exhausted reserved for those both pregnant and sick at the same time. 

Outside the sun is shining, the air looks relatively warm, and I should want to garden or something. Instead I would like to go back to bed, because I had to get up at 6am to let the dog out of the garage to go to the toilet.

There was a 16 year old standing in the kitchen listening to him bark and whine to be let out, but apparently it’s too fucking hard for a kid of that age to walk across the room, let the cat into my room, and then let the dog out. So I got up and dealt with it. 

So I’m sick. I’m exhausted. And I’ve been up for 2 hours.

Let’s call this ‘training for motherhood’ rather than ‘seeing how far I can be pushed before I lose my shit entirely’. 

2017 – Manifesto

2016 didn’t kill me. 2017 is probably going to try, but whatever…

I don’t have a list of resolutions this year. I’m going back to my original manifesto style stuff…

Surrender, release, grow.

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Art by Creature XIII

Wait, I do have new year resolutions, I lied to you:

  1. Wear more lipstick!!
  2. Read more books!!

And the song for the year is back to an old favourite.

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