The next chapter

I wasn't going to write a New Year's/end of the 2010s post. I'd decided that it would be cliché and my words would be trite. And then I decided to write it anyway.

So here it is, my last blog post of not only the year, but the decade. I can't guarantee genuine words of wisdom, but I can certainly guarantee my attempts at it.

My experience of the last decade can be summed up by the below:

I'm happy!
I'm sad!
I'm fine.
I'm happy!
I'm sad!
You know what? I'm growing. I understand life will have its ups and downs but through it all, I know I'm going to be ok.

Or maybe it was like:

Life is FUN
Life is BORING
LIFE IS NOT FUN
Life is VERY AVERAGE
Life is PRETTY GREAT

And repeat.


A decade of monumental moments

The 2010s were standout for all the big, landmark events of my life. I graduated university, I lived in 3 different cities, had a number of jobs (some better than others), I traveled Europe and North America, attended numerous weddings, was a bridesmaid and welcomed 2 nieces and a nephew. There have been some really hard moments too, and it's all of those, the rapturous and the torturous that have shaped me as a person.


A decade of friendships

I have made some dear, dear friends in the 2010s (and then, of course, there are the friends I already knew). Some I've only made within the past few years, some I've lost contact with, some live thousands of miles away and some live a 5 minute walk from me and yet I know I wouldn't be the person I am today without them. I can't name everyone, but if you consider us have ever been friends - even if we haven't seen each other in years - please know that I treasure you and what you have brought to my life.

A decade of learning 

The growth you go through from your early 20s to early 30s is kind of staggering. I know I'm sounding like someone who is 81, not 31, but when people say that your 20s is a journey of self-discovery, it's absolutely true. Who I was in 2010 to who I am in 2019 doesn't look radically different on the outside. I still look pretty similar, and I still like a lot of the same things. My character hasn't fundamentally changed. But my way of looking at the world, at others, and at myself has grown so much. I'm far more confident and more sure of my place in the world. More aware of my shortcomings and of my talents. I've matured. I'm still learning, and I'm aware of how much further I have to go. But I honestly think that one day I'll look back and say definitively this was the decade I learned and grew the most.


A decade of mystery

No, I didn't become an MI6 spy (or did I?), but the decade began with a question mark. I was in a happy little uni bubble, burying my head in the sand as to what would happen when I had to leave and face the real world. The bubble popped, of course, and real adulthood struck with a harsher blow than I expected. I've spent the last eight years making plans and then coming to terms with what actually happened (my plans, I've found, rarely work out in the way I've envisioned). I've tested careers, friendships, romance, dreams and often felt like I was stumbling in the dark, looking for something, or maybe somebody to lead me towards the exit. I've learned I'm not in control as much as I want to be - and that's a good thing. If life had worked out exactly as I wanted it, I wouldn't have done the things I've done, met the people I've met, or become the person I am today.

In some ways the decade is ending with a questions mark too. I have hopes and dreams for the 2020s, but I honestly don't know where I'll be in 2029. Married with kids? A bestselling author? Living on an alpaca farm? A combination of all three? I'm looking forward to finding out.

A look to the new decade

I'm honestly excited by what 2020 and beyond will bring. The fun and hope and excitement and love and beauty that's awaiting me. Of course there will be struggles and sadness too, but that's no reason not to hope. It's a fresh page, a clean slate and all of those other hackneyed sayings. But just because those phrases are tired, doesn't mean they aren't true.

Maybe your 2010s were marked by wonder, by tragedy, or by a little of both. Maybe you did everything you wanted to, or maybe there are things you desperately want but have yet to achieve. Take a deep breath and step into the new decade. I'll end this with a quote by obscure, indie author C.S. Lewis.

'There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind' 

The 12 Days of Christmas: my own version

Ho ho ho and Merry Christmas! Yes, the Christmas season is upon and I for one could not be more delighted. Partly because I love the Christmas festivities but mostly because I get two unadulterated weeks of holiday. I'm torn between wanting to cram my days full of fun activities or hiding away at my parent's house and doing nothing all day.

In an attempt to try to keep some balance, and in honour of that fun but silly carol, I've decided to create my own 12 Days of Christmas - a list of 12 things that I am aiming to do and think about in these last few weeks of 2019.


12 sleeps a-slumbering

Like many of you, these past few months have been BUSY. Work has been stressful, the social occasions have ramped up, and I am just exhausted. I've been running on this nervy, end-of-year energy for these last couple of weeks and I am ready to just stop. I am taking these next 2 weeks to rest and recuperate. Early to bed, late to rise, heck, even midday naps. And yes, I will be living in pajamas, thank you very much.


11 Hallmark movies

I adore the made-for-tv Christmas movies. You know, where a busy woman goes to a small, snowy podunk town and falls in love with the local Christmas tree farm owner who teaches her the real meaning of Christmas, and then they fall in love in 2 days and share a single chaste kiss under the mistletoe. Those ones. With the wooden acting and bad dialogue that are obviously all filmed in the same Canadian town during summer. They're terrible and predictable and there's something so cosy and comforting in that. It's not Christmas without them.


10 kilometres running

I've run two 10k races since 2018, but my minor athletic tendencies have, shall we say, dwindled over the past few months. I'm pretty sure I saw tumbleweed roll past my trainers the other day. I'm using this holiday period to attempt, amongst the chocolate and gin consumption, to try and get a bit more exercise and start training for my upcoming 10k (as of yet unbooked). Let's go 2020 - maybe I'll even try to run TWO races.


9 cuddles with kitties

I miss not having my cat in London. Some nights nothing would be better than having a fluffy cat curled up purring on my lap while rain lashes on the window pane. Instead, I have to make do with luring the local cat to me so I can stroke it before it runs away, and then chase after it yelling 'come back I looooove you.' This may or may not be a true story.

I make the most of my time in Gloucester and smother my poor cat with affection. He's definitely plotting my demise.


8 buns a-baking

Let's face it, most of us are eagerly awaiting the delicious Christmas food. As an amateur but enthusiastic baker, I'm going to be making the most of my parent's spacious kitchen and their 40 year old - but still working - Kenwood mixer to whip up some tasty festive goodies.


7 Brights a-gathering

We're lower on numbers in the Bright clan this Christmas which is sad, as Christmas is the only time of the year we're ever all really together. But nevertheless, I'm still looking forward to catching up with the family that's around and revelling in our quirky Bright-ness. I'm especially excited about Auntie time with my little niece and nephew. The one bad thing about living in London is not getting to see them so much and they've grown a little more each time I see them. And if I'm more into playing Barbies than they are, well, that's just me doing my familial duty.


6 books for reading 

I don't read as much as I used to, or as much as I want to. Partly because life is busy and partly because I simply don't make enough time for it. As a massive bookworm, I take advantage of this time to read ALL THE BOOKS. Whether it's the latest must-read, a classic book I've never got around to reading, a trashy romance or some light YA fantasy, few things make me happier than curling up on the sofa and getting lost in another world. Bliss.


5 board games

Like with most families, Christmas is the time that our board games get taken out of the drawer, dusted off and played in an epic battle for supremacy and bragging rights. While I'm partial to the brainy, quiz type ones, I'll play anything this time of year. Except Monopoly. That's the devil's game.


4 creative outlets

While Christmas movies and Boxing Day tv will certainly be on the agenda, I am purposely going to explore my creative side a bit more. It could be writing or drawing or heck, maybe I'll dust off my old guitar, Jeff Bob Jimmy, and torture my family with my clunky playing and slightly off-key singing. Anything that gives me that little bit of a creative spark.


3 deep breaths 

Christmas can also be a bit overwhelming sometimes. There's this underlying to have the best, merriest time ever, where no one snaps at each other or flips the Monopoly board. While it can be a wonderful time, for some it can be lonely, or difficult, or just a bit too much. I'm going to remind myself to be kind to myself this Christmas. To not beat myself up if I've eaten too much, or if I've had a bit too much socialisation, or if I'm not having the best time ever (!!!) every single day. Sometimes it's ok to just...be.


2 digital detoxes

I have a confession to make. I've become a bit of a phone addict. According to my Instagram stats, I average 50 minutes a day on it. That information was a bit of a shock to the system - what am I actually doing on there? - and so I've determined to try to put my phone down a bit this Christmas and practice being present. I also want to try and cut down on screen time in general, so I'll be purposely choosing other entertainment avenues other than my computer and the tv. I brought out the old chess set today and considered doing a puzzle. Apparently going home turns me into a pensioner.


1 hope 

During this crazy time, it's easy to get bogged down with so much - stuff. With all the presents, and the parties, it's easy to forget why I'm actually celebrating. I hate to trot out that 'remember the reason for the season' cliche but for me, it's so important to keep that at the forefront of my mind. Christmas is about hope - the hope for the world born in Jesus all those years ago. In this crazy political climate, remembering that gives me a sense of peace. That even though this world seems dark, there's a light through out it all. There's hope that everything will be ok.