It’s one month until my birthday. As I head towards my 44th year on this planet I am conflicted. Having seen my skinny, fit husband survive a double heart bypass at just 42 years of age I understand life is precious. But it doesn’t mean I have to enjoy the wrinkles – and why didn’t anyone tell me eyelid droop was part of aging? I’m sure I didn’t know about that little gem.
When terms like “middle-aged” get bandied about I cringe, how did that happen? Middle-aged can’t apply to me. I’m not CWA vintage. Then you do the maths and you realise you may have actually crossed the middle point of life. I need to make it to 88 for this to be the mid-point, OK that might be possible, let’s not think about next year when 90 will be goal!
Having spent the best part of the last 15 years on the bottom of my to-do list I’ve made a decision – this year will be the year of me. I’m treating myself as if I was a work project. I’m setting the targets, creating a to-do list, developing a time-line and putting myself first (at least some of the time).
Project 44 will be about getting through my overcrowded wish in 12 months. By the time 45 rolls around, and I jump up a category on those survey forms where you have to tick an age range, I will have a long list of achievements.
No more gunna, one day, next time round … this is the year it all happens!
Create a blog – tick – getting people to read the blog – still working on it.
Lose 15 kilos – as it turns out Mel B and I are about the same weight (OK she had a baby about 8 weeks ago and my “baby” is about to turn 12 but let’s not get technical). Mel has signed on to Jenny Craig hoping to lose 15 kilos in 12 weeks. I mightn’t have the $250,000 sponsorship incentive ol’ Scary Spice is rumoured to have received to ditch the weight but I’ve publicly announced it in my blog – so to save face with my five subscribers I must do it!
Write a novel – they say the first challenge is getting started – so I’ve joined the National Novel Writing Month – 50,000 words in 30 days – watch me go!
Finish Shambles Manor – well at least oversee my husband as he finishes the stupid owner builder mess I signed us up for.
Go on some pretty bloody awesome holidays – at this stage no idea on how I will pay for said holidays but let’s not have details get in the way of the bigger picture.
Inspired by winning $6,000 worth of Bunnings’ vouchers in a paper towel competition and an I-Pad from the Hoopla website I am determined to get focused on entering competitions – five a day for a year. Let’s see what I can bring home in that time!
Get organised – sort through the myriad of boxes that remain unpacked from the last move – sift through the debris of life that has been in storage for four years and work out what I really need.
Right, that’s the starting list, more to be added as I go along.
44 – it’s gonna be a good, good year.