Can you believe it’s 2015? I can’t.
2014 was a really, really big year in every sense of the word. I tried the hardest that I ever have before in 2014 and across all aspects of my life. I wouldn’t say it was a wash out by any means… a lot of it was very satisfying and much was accomplished. But there is some truth in what they say… Sometimes you just have to slow down or you risk burning out in a big way.
So the act of starting the New Year was going to play a vital role in how I pressed that RESET button.
I hadn’t quite thought about it to be honest. It was all very impromptu – Andrew and I knew one thing, that we had to spend it with one another and our girls. So we took the girls on their very first – and very random – double decker bus ride to the boonies. We explored parts of the city we’d never quite seen and on foot. And they absolutely loved it! We were pretty much on foot for about 6 hours till we got home… by MRT and bus. The thing that amazed me was I didn’t have diaper bag essentials on me or the aid of any strollers that entire time…. which just made me realise how quickly my girls are growing up.
That afternoon, I got on my bike and hit the trail on my own whilst the girls – and husband – napped. The trail was empty and the weather perfectly cool. I’d had a lot on my mind of late so the ride to clear my head was much needed. I got a chance to enjoy myself but also to think about what’s going to really count in 2015. I’m still contemplating but this is pretty much it:
I don’t think there was a single second last year that I didn’t spend trying to better myself – whether it was trying to perform at work or enrich myself as a leader and individual, or trying to achieve something personally or trying to be a better friend etc. Every book I read was a biography or self-help book of sorts.
In 2015, I will strive to do a bit less in order to get more out of life. I’ll read the nonsense that I so desire and watch some TV for the heck of it. I’ll give myself a bit more time in between activities and commitments so I’m not always rushing and complaining about being busy. It’s in my power to change this and I’ve got to remember that.
Find my centre
I have never stopped believing in God and am constantly thankful for the many blessings in life. But life has carried us away and I’ve not really stopped to grow myself in this area.
In 2015, I will look at finding my centre and strength in my spiritual life. And to grow in this both individually, as well as with Andrew – whom I continue to be so thankful for.
Focus on my girls
My little girls aren’t so little anymore. Yup, I’ve got to think about Naomi’s home education a little more than I have.
In 2015, I’ll try to be a better mummy and spend more ‘lesson’ time with Naomi and do the same for little Charlotte, who seems to have a huge desire to learn too.
That’s it. I think that’s enough resolutions for the year. What are your’s?
Alright blog, so here I am. How long has it been, you ask? So long I can’t even recall when I surfed by my own site. That ain’t good. Uh uh.
So here I am trying to dig deep for the writer within me, trying to recall everything that’s happened in the past few months. It’s been a big year – in just so many ways. It’s probably a bit early in the year for a reflective piece but here are some quick updates off the top of my head.
Little Charlotte is no longer a baby.
She is a proper little toddler now at 19 months and such a little character. She picks up concepts really quickly and she’ll remind you of them.. you know, just so you don’t forget. So for example, if I show her a sharp corner of a table or how her fingers could get caught in the door just once, she doesn’t tire of reminding me of the said sharp corner or door every single time thereafter.
In the evenings when I pick her up after work, she goes round all the family giving them hugs and kisses goodbye. And when I pick her up, she plants 3 or 4 sweet kisses on each of my cheeks and not to forget, my nose too. She’s extremely affectionate with Mummy that way. Oh, and whenever we’re together as a family, she beams and calls out, “Mama! Daddy! Che Che! Charly!” with glee, as if she’s just so overjoyed that we’re together as a family. Her Chinese name actually means ‘Togetherness’ – How apt.
Charly has a little piggy soft toy that Auntie Gracie got her – Wilbur. Because no Charlotte is complete without their piggy best friend, right? Every night, she cuddles it to sleep. And she ASKED to be moved to her big girl bed. I’d gotten her a bunch of little books and her favourite story to be read by Mummy was about Pirate Pete & Princess Polly getting new beds – she kept pointing at her crib and indicating it was about time she got out of jail too, believe it or not! So when we got her bed set up, she was just so happy! She flopped onto it that night and kept shouting, “Bed! Bed!” It was adorable.
Then there’s Naomi – who’s turned thirteen.
Okay, I jest. She’s just three and a half, but boy does she already feel like a teenager. She negotiates, she argues her case, she holds me to account. And if I want to get through to her, I’ve got to be creative (and firm) with my reasons or it just isn’t very effective.
She’s curious. She fights naps. She wants to sing, read, swim and ‘spend time together as a family’. Oh yes, she is fiercely passionate about our little family rituals. She especially loves us going to the kopitiam together for breakfast and has even made some friends there.
And boy, is she ever particular. Oh yes sir’ee. She’s JUST like her Dad! Things have to be JUST the way she left them or it really upsets her. I recently overhauled the playroom and goodness knows how I managed that without her melting down at me shifting things everywhere.
Oh wait, I do know. Creative reasoning – as above. That all said, she’s such a little buddy and so much fun to hang out with. She likes ‘having a chat’ too. Sigh, love her.
Yup, I’m still riding.
I’m proud to say that since Vancouver in June, I’ve probably ridden every weekend since – save one or two when the torrential rain didn’t let up, or when we were in Bali. Of course, it helps that I’m now on a full sus which I’m slowly getting used to and really loving.
I’ve gone from rolling off stuff to dropping off, so that’s a big yay at least for me. Really want to go back to BC and up my game even more but that’ll have to be an aspiration for the longer term for now.
I also love that we’ve got ourselves a little riding group of weekend warriors. We’ve also rounded up some riders from within the office – and well, that just makes going to work that little bit more fun!
Must say… I’m really looking forward to Christmas but boy, am I dreading the wet season. Gotta get more Muc Off!
Being better with friends & family
Okay so from their perspective they may not necessarily agree, but I’ve been making more of an effort with people who matter to me.
Last year, I got to the end of the year having only seen my best friend twice -or something shameful like that – and I’d not had the time to call or text my sister.
This year, I’m doing better with birthdays, I’ve seen people more, I’ve made it to important milestones, I’ve had lunch with a few other colleagues outside my team and Hubba and I have spent a lot of time talking.
All in all?
Just a bit more connected than last year.
And the year’s not up yet.
So, more to come! Watch this space.
The day we started our journey sometimes feels like it was just yesterday, even though we’ve done quite a bit of time together. I chanced across this collage Kelvin put together when he gave us our coffee table book and well, memories of the happy day came flooding back. I guess I really ought to get my act together with the wedding video… which is still all living on HD casette! Chetz, make sure you get a proper videographer!
A few weekends ago, I took part in my first adventure race in years. Stupidly, I did zero training and I just went into it with a positive outlook and two really great teammates. And you know what? I died.
Yes, we finished the race – well, all 53km that we were able to complete before the cut off point anyway. We fell short of 7km which was the last bit of running. But nevertheless, we did it.
The day after, I could hardly walk. But according to the husband, I was the calmest and happiest I had been in a really long time. He said that my ‘tank’ was full and that I should probably consider doing stuff like this for myself more often.
Not the reaction I thought I’d get. I thought I’d get a ‘whyyy did you leave me and the kids for an entire day?!!’
Life surprises you like that sometimes.
One very cool thing that was able to happen whilst we were in Vancouver was our meet up with Hubba’s ex-bowling coach, Ron. Ron had pretty much been a secondary father figure to Hubba during his competitive days and I had heard so much about this man and how he taught Andrew many life lessons.
Having never known the Andrew that most people knew or read of, there always was a missing piece of his past that I never felt I could get a sense of. But seeing his face light up at the sight of Ron and him beaming the entire time just made me light up too. Ron had many kind words and memories to share as well, and this made me feel really happy – to see a side of Andrew that I may not have otherwise seen.
I am really glad we got to meet up. It was such a great day that we completely forgot about the peanut butter he’d brought us from Seattle! Ah well, what’s a bit of peanut butter when you’ve got tonnes to catch up on?