As in past years, I may cheat a little bit to find the most relevant sentences from this year’s blog posts which best describe 2018. A year of finally achieving stability and contentment of sorts after 4 years of tumult, but with all the usual feelings of guilt and never having enough time to do everything I want.
So, each year I leap.
Soothe through boxing gloves…
Too ferocious to be constrained by borders in light and shade/ we shimmer in the mirror
I emerged like a warrior after endless wars in Troy: with a strained ligament, a pulled deltoid, throbbing headache, shortness of breath and a cold.
It is tempting to wonder what Orwell would have written if he had been living today.
With all of the book-buying binges I’ve been indulging in for the past year, I’ve had to rethink how I arrange my books on the shelves.
She sat down to do her mission report and invoices.
Close Encounters of the Welsh Kind
I finally took a couple of days off work and visited Cambridge with my sons.
Motherly guilt played a part.
The stones on the ground all glitter enchantingly, since these hills used to contain gold.
I’ve let my #EU27Project languish for far too long…
It has been fun keeping so busy, attending so many events, getting involved in multiple literary projects. But I think my word for 2019 will be ‘Restraint’. Not sexy, but necessary. It’s time to choose just a few important things to focus on. Help my son through his exams and to make the best decisions about his future. Make the poetry chapbook as good as I can and bring the novel to a presentable state. Save money by not buying books, booking holidays and going to shows at the drop of a hat. Read wisely and deeply rather than too widely and superficially. Take better care of my health: not eat so excessively, not be quite so extravagantly lazy.