Boy Baby turns one tomorrow. This has been an unforgettable, life changing twelve months for me. This time last year I was lying in a hospital bed, pissed off that I had missed The Moo-Child’s pre-school nativity. Pissed off that her baby bro had STILL not made an appearance, despite being two weeks overdue. Pissed off that the job I had loved for twelve years was being systematically picked apart and undermined in my absence.
Since then I have given birth to my second (haha, by second I mean last) child, seen my daughter start school, been made redundant, got another job, quit that job, got a better job, sold my house, oh yeah, and written an eighty thousand word novel. I have made some new friends, and I have supported old friends through hard times, only to see them come out the other side stronger than before. I have dear friends and family who are going through stuff right now, that at any time of year would be tough, but right before Christmas seems particularly cruel, and I hope their Christmas wishes come true.
I am lucky. I know this every day when I wake up safe, warm, healthy and loved.
At times this year, it has felt like the world was hanging by a thread, and I’m sure things will only get worse before they get better. Sadly it is in human nature to destroy as much as it is to create.
This has definitely been a year of creation for me. I hope the coming twelve months see my creations, my writing and the two little humans that now inhabit my home and my heart, grow and flourish.
So a very merry Christmas, and a happy new year. Let’s hope it’s a good one, without any fear.