Hey! Happy Saturdays. Three days back at work and I already feel like I’m ready for another break.
Have you ever noticed that there’s a certain accountability that follows once something is said out loud? One of my unofficial goals for this year is to actually follow through on some of the things I’ve said I’ll do, so I’m making a start with January 2019.
Happy New Year! After what seems like the craziest year of my life so far, 2019 is finally in my hands. I’m looking forward to a fresh new year as Mrs Mitchell with the world as my oyster. It’s a brand new beginning and I can’t remember the last time I felt like this.
It’s been a while since my last blog post (actually pretty much a year!) where I mentioned all the exciting things happening this year, and then promptly disappeared into oblivion. Truth is, since that post, I hit the ground running and never really stopped to take a breather. I’ve achieved and experienced a lot this year and I’m leaving 2018 an entirely different person to the woman who entered it.
Hello 2018. I’ve been waiting a really long time for you, and I can’t believe that you are finally here.
Anyone else highly satisfied that 2018 begins on a Monday?
2017 felt like a whirlwind because of all the exciting things that happened. You can read my 2017 highlights post here. This year, I’m really hoping that time goes by slowly enough for me to relish it. But judging by the last few months, which disappeared into the distance as I blinked, that’s not going to happen.
As 2017 draws to a close, lots of bloggers will be rounding up all their most popular posts. I’m not even going to try and pretend that I have enough views to do that so instead, I’m going to document my favourite posts from each month in case you missed them. I’m also going to be sharing my favourite Instagram posts from throughout the year. Take a read.
I’m absolutely refusing to believe that we are almost done with 2017. I’m getting married in nine months. Nine months. Time is going by at the speed of light. I’m so glad that last month I decided to be more intentional with setting out my goals. It’s been successful and I’ve felt more like I’ve been living with purpose; it definitely paid off to only set a few easy goals.
Let’s review those goals, and then see what November has in store for me.
A couple of weeks ago, I challenged myself to write 500 words of fiction every day. Without anything in mind about what I wanted to write about, I assumed I would struggle. After five days, I should have written 2,000 words of fiction. I was actually at almost 3,000. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
I took Sophie Cliff’s advice (albeit she said it in regards to blogging) and started to make use of the dead time. Writing before work, in my lunch break and when I was settled down in bed before I went to sleep, I took every opportunity I had that week.
I guess it turns out I forgot how much I love writing.
Guess what? I wanted to post this on Monday and I didn’t. Then I tried again yesterday. I thought about not posting it at all, but then I thought, screw it, if I want to post about my lovely weekend, in the middle of the week, then I shall. Last weekend was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long while, so I’m documenting it in a special weekend edition of the happy journal (which I’ve still got commitment issues with). I’ve been feeling a bit down recently but now I feel ready to take on whatever the week brings.
It was our anniversary recently – Joel and I have been together for seven years now! – and had booked in this weekend to spend together. Originally, we were thinking of going adventuring in the Cotswolds but changed our plans at the last minute. I’m so glad we did because it both saved us money and gave way to some really special moments.
I am so excited to say that we are now less than one year to our wedding! Woohoo! In fact, it’s less than 10 months until the big day.
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while so I’m finally jumping on to give an update of where we are now with the planning and how much we have left to do. It feels like forever since Joel got down on one knee on a rainy Sunday in the Peak District and asked me to marry him.