I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear that this post is not going to feature a long a list of my lame New Years resolutions as, frankly, I’m sure none of you give two hoots. However, it may just err on the side of self-indulgence, so my sincerest apologies in advance.
On second thoughts, scrap that apology. Everyone talks a load of New Year crap in January, for want of something better to do. Let this be my rubbish January spiel to rival the rest.
I’ve pretty much spent the last two days curled up in my pint-sized London flat, on my own. I guess this probably isn’t the perkiest start to 2016, yet, it has given me some time to think. The reality is that, at many times, 2015 was a shitty year for me. Nonetheless, if I’d have told myself at the very beginning of the year where I’d be sitting right now, I’d probably have been grinning from ear to ear. This has reminded me of the importance of looking at the bigger picture.
By way of motivation to continue the progress into 2016, I’m going to share some of the things achieved last year.
Moved to London. Yep, if you hadn’t clocked that one already, then I think you’ve possibly missed the theme of my blog.
Ran a 10k. At the start of 2015, the furthest I could run was up and down the stairs. I decided that given my lack of general exercise, running was the cheapest way to avoid the seemingly inevitable expansion of my love handles. I ran the Oxford Town and Gown in 59 minutes, and nearly peed myself at the finish line. Here’s the sweaty evidence:
Made a scary job move. The learning curve has been awesome and I’ve not once looked back.
Started writing a blog. Yes, some people consider writing a blog to be a little self-involved and wanky (for want of a better word), and yes, sometimes I do like the sound of my own voice. However, I don’t profess to know anything you don’t know, and I mostly just wanted to try my hand at writing, given that it’s something I’ve always longed to do. I guess this blog is a way to portray my life slightly more realistically than the one displayed on my Instagram. Warts and all.
Been to the following places: Berlin, Barcelona, Paris, Miami, Grand Cayman, Jamaica, The Bahamas, Ibiza, Portugal. Adventure is worthwhile.
Held a dinner party. Ok, so it can’t exactly be described as a dinner party, given it was just 3 people, and a whole lot of wine. However, I’m counting it as such, given I’m slightly lacking on the achievements front and I’m too far into this post to back out. From an outsider perspective on my “dinner party” you would have thought The Queen were coming to dine at Chez Needham, given the collosal panic than ensued. Oh, and turns out I don’t own a pie dish, hence this complete mess in a cake tin:
Overall, when I look back, this year has been mostly transitional, and there is a lot more I’d like to have accomplished. In spite of this, the point that I’m trying to make is that it’s all too easy to get hung up on the day to day crap that happens in your life and not think about the bigger picture. I’m trying my best to think big and I hope that 2016 can be a far better year for me, and everyone around me.
January spiel over. DON’T HATE ME!