Um, What Happened To 2018?
I cannot be the only person who feels that 2018, in the grand scheme of things, was like a friend popping over for a quick cuppa coffee and left almost as soon as she arrived.
Admittedly, I am one of those annoying ‘New Year – New Me’ kinda people and come the first day of the first month of a new year I am filled with a motivation and energy that the other 11 months are jealous of.
Part of my prepping for the new year includes looking back at the one that has passed and trying to make sense of it.
I won’t lie, 2018 was a super confusing year for me.
A year filled with every kind of tear you can imagine.
A year of many firsts and as many lasts.
A year of so many ups and downs I practically had whiplash!
To emphasise my point – the year started with me accepting a new job and moving to a new house and ended with me working at a different job and moving to a different house.
As anyone who knows me will verify, I thrive on stability so the complete 180 my life did was rough on me.
My daughter transitioned from a sweet, angel faced master (kinda) of crawling to a fully fledged toddler – toddlering and tantruming her way through her wee life.
I watched her grow so tremendously that my heart aches just thinking about it.
We celebrated her first crawl, her first walk and her first run all in the space of 12 months.
We (not so much) celebrated her first ‘OMG, BLOOD!’ and trip to the emergency room.
When a tiny human is involved the time flies far too quickly and I plan to make the most of every second of her childhood, good and bad, going forward.
Along with addresses, jobs and tax brackets – my name changed!
I started the year of as Miss Natasha Buckley and ended it as Mrs Natasha Elder.
After spending 6 weeks planning a wedding, I went from being Daddydaims’ fiance to wife.
Still to this day I have to pinch myself to believe that I was lucky enough to find the love of my life at such a young age and (touch wood) have all this time to spend with him.
At various stages throughout the year my mental health took a beating and I learnt that, as with most things in this life, it is something that requires hard work and attention. Cue purchase of mugs adorned with motivational quotes and journals galore!
Toward the end of the year I had been feeling like something was missing and I am so grateful to say that I found the missing piece of myself at church.
Thank you to my heavenly Father for lighting my path and leading me home where You were waiting patiently for me.
And whilst my 2019 journal is already full of goals that I can neatly tick when accomplished, I have a feeling that this year will contain so much more than can fit into the pages of a book.
2018, thank you for everything.
2019, come at me bro.
(but in a nice, gentle, non 2018 way)