So after eating all that gingerbread, chocolate balls and turkey at Christmas, my longing to purge anything in sight to feel lighter ended up in a slight blog mishap.
‘Slight’ might be an understatement.
Deleting an album of blog photos that I found on my phone resulted in all my pictures disappearing on my old blog on blogspot. My old blog is now a pretty picture of grey circles with white lines. Argh!
Nonetheless, I’ve taken this chance to start on a new page. This year seems to hold so many changes for me and my little family again. Number 3 on its way. Moving house in the middle of the year. My biggest girl is starting prep tomorrow and I’ve spent all this time thinking that I will be okay because, afterall, she is so expectantly looking forward to it all.
Reverse-coping method maybe?
Trying to brainwash myself into looking forward to the whole school thing hasn’t worked very well.
Oh yes, I’m looking forward to Clari being at school. But a part of me knows fully how much I will miss her whole being. Miss her ridiculous, nonsensical style of singing and the songs she makes up. Miss her looking after her younger sister. Miss her asking me about food every few minutes. I’ll miss her. It will be so much quieter at home this year and I think Celeste will feel it deep in her heart too.
Lots of lovely people have been making lovely lists.
I make heaps of lists everyday, mainly because if I see it written down, it makes me want to tick it off. The world is probably better off not seeing my lists.
However, some other lovely people made lists a long time ago.
This one below is by F. Scott Fitzgerald to his daughter, Scottie.
Things to worry about:
Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship
Things not to worry about:
Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions
Things to think about:
What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?
With dearest love,
(Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters; Image: F. Scott Fitzgerald with his daughter, Scottie, in 1924.)
Isn’t it true?
Sometimes, it’s nice to read someone else’s list and find that they feel the same way about certain things.
To feel that you’re not the only one with these lists!
I think making lists might become a chronic affliction for me as a mum.
When you’re in charge of a few other small people’s lives, somehow you just hope fervently you don’t forget anything.
If only we could remember everything that we wanted to.
I think I will forget lots of things, even with all the photos and journalling that could happen in the world…