A New Year

Last year my One Little Word was "Potential".  I meant it about myself.  I felt that I had not fulfilled the potential I had when I was younger and that half-century celebration was looming closer, like a Star Destroyer bearing down on an X-Wing at light speed!  I am satisfied that I lived up to my word in the ways I intended, I have lost weight and got fitter (more to do); started my novel (more to write) and a few other smaller goals I had set.

But.

I have a terrible habit of starting things and never finishing them.  Take this house for example, we have lived here for 8 and a half years.  We have just built a 2nd extension.  We have changed the uses of rooms around so many times people don't know where they are when they visit.  My craft room and The Man's study have been in almost every room in the house, bar the bathroom and laundry and wouldn't surprise me if that had happened next.  We have changed furniture like it was underwear.  My SIL's house, not to mention many of my friends, feels so familiar to me, due to the fact they are full of our old things!  But in all that time, the house was getting run down, mismatched, and our bedroom had NEVER been decorated (although the kids have at least twice!).  So we decided we would just tackle the whole house at once.  We ripped up everything except the kitchen, bathroom and ensuite, and we have had the builders in and we have redone nearly all of it.  It is a work in progress, but the builders will be back at it as soon as their holiday break is over, and meanwhile we have kept at it.

In the process we have cleaned out everything, more than once, as things are sorted, stored, moved, sorted again and placed in their new homes.  We have seriously decluttered.  I think I may even have mislaid a child somewhere.  I'll check the storage unit tomorrow.  I am feeling lighter the further we get into this process.

But.

I have been horrified and embarassed at the number of unfinished projects I have come across as I sorted through my lifetime of stuff.  I apologise profusely now to the poor girl who used to work for The Man.  I know I promised I would scrap you a wedding album as our gift.  You have given me an album, a disc of photos and wrapping paper from your gifts.  I know because I found it in a plastic shopping bag at the back of a cupboard.  I never even started it.  We haven't seen you for years.  You have a couple of kids now, at school I think.  Oh dear.  And that One Little Word project I started last year?  I did January and most of February.  Um.  That's all.  Oh dear.

So my One Little Word for this year is "PERSIST".  I shall PERSIST with my POTENTIAL projects from last year, and I shall PERSIST with this reorganising of our home and my life, I shall PERSIST with this poor blog which was so sadly neglected last year, and I shall PERSIST with the 365 Project photo challenge I have commenced.  I might even start scrapping again......

So welcome to 2012.  This year,  I will persevere, carry on, and keep up the good work.  And I will chronicle my best efforts here :)

Cheers,
Tracey