Happy New Year folk!
I’m not going to dwell on All The Great Things I’ve done this year or All The Great Things I’ll Do Next Year. The internet has plenty of people musing on those topics.
But I can’t help but feel a little reflective in this first Wonderful Wednesday of 2018. 2017 brought huge changes to my life, namely giving birth to a new human! I had a daughter last Autumn so the Roast Chicken household now has a new member! It’s wonderful, but in many ways a hard transition from being largely self-centred up until There Were Three. It’s made me realise I now have all the more reason to collect the little and lovely from each week, to remember the ‘me’ which I now find is sometimes hiding away in my new role as a mother.
Coming here to this little space in the internet allows me to be myself, to remember what makes me tick and remember to do more of it. I have to say a huge thanks once again to Sally, for coming up with #Wonderfulwednesday and lightly and gently reminding us to pause and look around us each week, to notice the little things and hold on to them in this crazy old world.
Here’s the little things that put a grin on my face this week:
1. Swimming in the swimming pool when noone else was there. In fact, the last time I went I was the only person in the whole spa. (Yes I swim in a private health spa – don’t judge.) It was wonderful to splash away unhindered by tidal waves by those who think butterfly is an appropriate stroke for a 20m by 5m leisure pool…
2. Getting all moisturised. I hate what winter does to my skin. It’s all dry and flakey and bleuh. So I make sure I spend a little extra time moisturising during these chilly months, and my favourite time to do this is just after a nice long spa sesh. It helps the whole experience feel much more indulgent than merely exercise.
3. The light at this time of year. Perfect for photos; the sun is low and casts deep shadows all around. Don’t get me wrong – it is of course lovely to have warm sunshine and still be sitting in the garden with a glass of something chilled come 9pm, but there’s something especially cosy about driving home after a freezing cold walk catching the last light of the day in the mid-afternoon.
4. Honey and porridge. I never used to like honey. I always had it at my Gran’s house when I was on holiday growing up, and I didn’t really like it. Not sure why I always had it rather than all the other options, thinking about it… Anyways… I was given a jar of honey made by my friend’s sister, who keeps bees, and the difference between this stuff and normal shop honey is huge! It’s DELICIOUS. So now my porridge making routine is to lightly toast the oats; add a pinch of salt (ESSENTIAL, and I’m so sad I didn’t realise this earlier in my life); stir with water on quite a high heat with a wooden spoon before pouring it into a small white bowl with a swirl of runny honey and eating slowly with a little teaspoon.
5. Being the first person to walk on snow. FULL DISCLOSURE: This didn’t actually happen this week but I’ve just remembered that it made me smile a couple of weeks ago. It only snowed a small amount where I live, but it was enough to give a good couple of inches’ coating to our little garden. It wasn’t until later in the evening when I ventured out, and I couldn’t resist having a wee tramp around the lawn in my boots, crunching through that soft yielding layer.
6. My Christmas tree. Rather than last year’s B+Q bargain, which was found to be not such a bargain after it had shed its needles on day 3, I purchased a beaut from a local company, who even delivered and installed it for us! I love the smell as I wander down to the living room first thing in the morning; it reminds me of coming home for Christmas during my student days – it would be the first scent that greeted me when I opened the front door. We’ve collected baubles over the years on our travels (little blue snow-scenes from a Christmas shop in Germany’s Rhine Valley on a hot August afternoon? Yes please) and so putting them up reminds me of all our jolly excursions. Need some new lights though as half are now bust – #CHRISTMASFAIL.
7. Stretchy yoga. Recently I’ve been craving stretchy yoga. I enjoy a good dose of fast-paced vinyasa like the next wannabe Adriene, but more often than not I prefer an easier ride. Good for the body, good for the soul, and certainly good for the olde stress. which is continuing to raise its ugly head more frequently than I’d prefer.
8. Dreams. I’ve started a geeky little pastime of writing down my dreams as soon as I wake up. There’s no real rhyme or reason for this; I just wondered if I could see any patterns. I can’t, but it’s still really interesting to read through the list. I usually forget them really soon after waking, so I’ll keep going for a little while and see if I discover anything about my deepest darkest innermost thoughts.