19 for 2019

Happy Monday!

I’m a bit late to the resolution & goal making party online, but I finally made a list ( I like lists). Inspired by the Happier Podcast of Liz Craft and Gretchen Rubin I picked 19 goals/ideas for 2019 and I picked a one word theme for the year.

My one word theme for the year is: Imagine ! Inspired of course by the question of all questions: what if? Just imagine… What if this year I …..( insert thing that makes you incredibly happy)

And, as one does, I gave it a prominent place in my shiny new bullet journal:

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Without further ado I give you my 19 for 2019. (Note to self and everybody like me: this list is not mandatory, it is supposed to bring joy and make you happier not miserable).

  1. Teach 8 year old to confidently ride the ‘BIG’ bike. (totally do-able)
  2. Make a new friend (scary thingy this one, but friends are fun, so I should give it a try)
  3. Get both my bikes fixed (easy one, just bring the things to the person who knows how they work, they fix them up, I’ll pay them for the effort).
  4. Add 3k to savings account and do not touch it (tricky, but worth a try).
  5. Make ALL the photo-albums
  6. Up Up social media game ( think twitter, insta, pinterest and website)
  7. Form a healthier drinking habit (maybe even not drink at all, don’t know yet.. have to figure this one out)
  8. FINISH NOVEL (type The End, imagine that)
  9. QUERY NOVEL (big ones these two)
  10. Start a tiny side hustle (because it sounds like a fun thing to do, and see goal number 3..)
  11. Able to gallop a horse (I started to learn horse riding last year, but fell a couple of times. I ride without saddle, so extra scary to gallop. But I really want to learn).
  12. Be a tourist in my home town. (the city I live in, Haarlem, is stunning and I should appreciate it more.)
  13. Go on adventures with son every other Wednesday (I’d love to have a tradition/ and who needs an excuse for adventures).
  14. Try to avoid talking ‘bad’ about people (well, because it’s not nice and I should stop it.)
  15. Tap more into love of music, go dancing, to festivals, sing, create Spotify albums.
  16. Start folding 1000 paper cranes (fascinating this one, isn’t it?)
  17. Pretty nails (my nails do not look pretty and they feel sad about it).
  18. Be confident in a bikini. (this does not mean losing weight, but just put the thing on and parade and whatever. Going to the beach should be fun, not stressful).
  19. Create a new family tradition (no clue yet, but the year’s still fresh).

I’ll check in with myself in a couple of months to see how I’m doing, but am really looking forward to these things 🙂

Now I’m going to browse the internet and look at other people’s list, because that’s fun.

Ciao!

If you pick one resolution, pick this one!

Focusing on the bad stuff, or punishing yourself for not accomplishing a goal is not going to improve your overall (mental) health or boost your happiness and creativity.

If you’re thinking along the lines of these examples:

-Restricting yourself to a 1000 calorie diet (that will get your body through half the day, what about the rest of all the hours..??)

-Read gazillion books (reading is fun, can be necessary, but should not feel like a thing that can burn you out).

– Stop being depressed (a mental illness is not something you switch on and off)

-Become a millionaire (good luck..)

Then let me give you some unsolicited advice. STOP IT.

If you’re going to make a new year’s resolution let it be this one:

Try (& Repeat).

Let 2019 be the year we all give ourselves a break.

(official goal post for 2019 will follow, but I had to get this off my chest)

🙂

Eat Dessert First

I started writing my Draft That Must Not Be Named with this quote by Ernestine Ulmer in mind.

“Life’s uncertain …

eat dessert first.”

It hits the core of my story because:

  1. My MC has an uncertain life
  2. Her family has a restaurant that only serves desserts
  3. It tells me what I need to hear (over and over again)

I’ve always known I was a writer. I have been writing stories since I was four and never really stopped. I strayed away sometimes but always returned to putting words on paper.

So Irene (yes talking to myself here) why am I waiting to really pursue this goal?

To be honest: a part of me is afraid to fail. More honest: I’m trying to trick myself to not be me.

Which is stupid and crazy, but true. Maybe I’m trying to protect myself, or others, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t outrun myself.

So where am I?

I’m at a point in my life where I can face myself and no longer pursue time-consuming things that prevent me from writing. I have a job I like, a job that gives me the freedom to balance my life. Writing is going well. Editing is going well, my draft is turning into a story, it’s fast paced, surprises me at times and is really NOT BAD.

I guess it’s time to stand still, examine my surroundings with a fresh eye and eat dessert.

Two is a Club

I have a problem, because I discovered PODCASTS.

A dear friend of mine has been hooked on several shows for a while and has been trying to trick me into listening as well. Sending me suggestions, always mentioning it when we see each other, that sort of stuff. I held it off, well until, I didn’t.

So now I have a problem. I’ve binge listened to The Hilarious World of Depression with John Moe. It is a really good show, addressing serious mental health problems with a precise amount of lightness. But it caused me to be late for literally everything. I listened while driving, but if the podcast took longer I stayed in my car or drove around the place where I was supposed to be.

I also listened to some episodes of the “Happier” podcast by Gretchin Rubin and her sister and stole one of their ideas: Start a two person book club, because two is a club!

Why didn’t I think of this?

Guess who I forced to be in a book club with me? Yes, you’re right! The same person who tricked me into the time consuming but also very VERY VERY awesome world of Podcast.

Revenge is sweet.

Short life update:

Currently listening to:

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Big Brains

99% invisible

Currently reading:

The course of love

Currently writing:

A story about a blue circus

Currently Editing:

YA draft that shall not be named

Currently preoccupied with:

PODCASTS

Camp NaNoWriMO

Horcruxes

I love the Harry Potter books for a lot of reasons, but mostly because the stories are just pure fun. I was a teenager when I read the books for the first time and somehow parts of the stories are imbedded in my core and pop up in the weirdest of times.

This last week my thoughts often returned to the world of Harry Potter, pondering the concept of horcruxes. You Know Who used these objects to conceal parts of his soul, to keep him alive, but in a way I think we all create horcruxes of sorts.

No, not by killing people but simply by living.

When I was seventeen I met a very sweet guy, we dated, got serious and stayed together for the better part of six years. At that point we broke up (in a friendly way) and continued our lives, both of us on a different path.

Last week this sweet guy, past away. Too young, too sudden.

And even though our ways had parted ten years ago, a part of my soul ripped apart, leaving me heartbroken, sad beyond reason.

We all scatter parts of our soul around us, in our partner, family, friends and pets. To be remembered, thought of. And even when this life ends, a part of us keeps on existing.

You can’t bring loved ones back to life, but you can cherish the part of their soul they left behind.