Yes, I am following the trend of sappy “goodbye 2017” posts, cause it’s good for ya, cathartic and, boy, have I done a lot this year!
As with anything, you tend to forget things that happened 1 month ago, don’t even try to pull out memories from 11 months ago. So instead of sipping on some gin, I went through my photos and blog posts to remind myself what I have been up to.
I’ve been writing a blog post every week for almost a year and at some point the engine is running out. This week, it’s come to the point where I had absolutely no idea or inspiration about what I could write about in a matter of a few hours.
There are a lot of things I’d like to try to write about, however, I’d need more time. This seems to be the general theme and so here I am writing about how I wasn’t going to write anything ’cause my brain has left the building.
Beginning of the week, we came back from New York (note to self: upload the photos), thought we had conquered jet lag by the evening (fools!), both were out for work all week and I attended a fantastic Christmas work party in Canterbury.
So when the weekend finally came around on Friday evening, other things such as sleeping, eating and whipping the flat back in an acceptable state were more important.
I’ll be off now and watching another episode of The Crown (which is bloody brilliant).
In my first blog post this year, I wrote a list of goals/habits that I’d like to achieve in 2017. They were all more or less specific enough to be able to hold myself to it, check in regularly to see where I am at and if they are still realistic.
I thought 2 months into the year (I know, it’s already March!) is a good time to give an update:
A couple of weeks ago I posted a story about going to the beach, which I had written as part of a writing course.
This week I am sharing another writing piece of mine. The challenge was to describe a 10 second event, only actions, in the first or third person, such as a kiss, hitting a deer with a car or going downhill on a roller coaster. I didn’t want to portray any of the immediate clichés that come to mind, so here is a story of someone applying lipstick. When writing this, my lips were never so moisturised, as, in true writer’s fashion, I applied lipstick and lip balm a bazillion times for research, obviously.
End of summer last year, I decided to get my creative juices flowing again, after being rather stale for years, and took some online classes at Coursera. One was a series of Fundamentals of Graphic Design to get some more basics, especially, since I want to take my card creations a little further. The other was a selection of writing classes.
The creative writing classes all had different themes to it, I started with the Craft of Style and then took Craft of Setting and Description. The first class was a superb kickstarter to get back into writing and find my groove again. Each week, there would be assignments and exercises through which I believe I found my way back to my own style.
Let me introduce myself, to you, my hopefully avid future readers. I am a thirty (soon ‘something’) London-dweller. I moved to this fascinating city a little over 3 years ago from Doha, Qatar with my husband. (I might be able to link to his blog some time soon, as he has expressed his desire to blog as well.) Now, looking back, I would definitely say that I encountered the good old reverse culture shock coming back to Europe, but we have finally started to get some footing over the past year making this spot our new base for adventures.