Maseratis and keeling over

My problem: unless I am under enormous pressure and have Satan breathing down my neck, I am the laziest and most unmotivated chick you’ll ever meet in your life. And this is just it – my life is too damn comfortable. It’s just too easy for me to bob along, have everything come easy, live the good life and just enjoy doing cool stuff with my husband and son. Don’t get me wrong – I am so happy it’s just… …STUPID. It’s really quite ridiculous. Then again, joy is my default setting, I get it from my dad I think (the guy is  unbearably cheerful) and it just seems to be my nature to look on the bright side of life. Now, that’s not a bad thing. I’m just saying.

So I wake up every morning feeling happiness and gratitude, and how could I not? I’m truly blessed. No, I haven’t bought a Maserati yet (a GranCabrio in midnight blue, per favore), nor do I own a holiday home on Waihi Beach (YET!) but that’s just a matter of time and until then I have everything I could ever possibly need or want as things stand. But what I have discovered is this: as wonderful as it is to be emotionally fulfilled and have these two (B and Monkey) along with living where we live, blessed with amazing friends and family and have the life that we do, I need something else to fire me up. Hence I have hit a point where I feel incredibly restless and a little flat. I need a focus, goals… ….what I need is PRESSURE! I want to achieve. It’s one thing to strive to be a good person (and for the large part I believe I am), to be kind and empathetic and so on, but I think we all to some extent want to do well beyond our personal qualities whether it be having expert knowledge in some field or coming home each day knowing we really made a difference somehow. Just be able to say: “I did that”!

Before I met B I spent some years as a single mother in this insanely expensive city that is Londinium, so I know what I can be and achieve when I’m under tremendous amounts of pressure and stress to make things work. I know that I am a BADASS when I have to be.

There it is! When I HAVE to be.

So, the time has come to set some goals and targets and form a plan for the near future. B and I have been together for four years and a few months (and yes, we still celebrate every month – we just celebrated 51 months – cheesy, eh) and so we are ready for the next stage. These first few years were building stones and we’re currently cruising on a comfortable plateau having last year bought a home and this year got hitched.

My goal: in two years from now make a nice little income from making jewellery (I will in three month’s time be able to call myself a silversmith, and after that a Diploma course awaits and progressing on to more precious metals and stones) and the rest of the time focus on writing. That should nicely bring me back into an existence where I once again feel productive, that I’m achieving and that I’m doing something really worthwhile. That and getting super fit! I think at 41 I’m still at a stage where I am probably able to achieve something pretty awesome. Don’t get me wrong, I like ME, but I’m curious to see if I could go a little drastic and tickle the fitness fanatic in me (if that fanatic exists – perhaps I’ll just discover that I just LIKE exercise but won’t LOVE massive amounts of it). I don’t intend to turn bodybuilder or aim for no body fat or be a size zero or anything stupid like that, but just see what I might be able to do within reasonable limits. After a summer spent celebrating, my first two runs this week felt like death. Actually, they were not as bad as I thought it’d be but death nonetheless. I know it won’t take long though and hopefully in the next couple of weeks I’ll be able to run, say, 5k without keeling over. We’ll see. It’s a start.

Our goal: we’ve set up a budget, which was pretty scary as it showed not only how much we could (and should!) save without forsaking random trips, holidays, nice clothes and several date nights every month, it also showed how we fritter money away like it’s confetti. So a bit more focus and if we just hold back a LITTLE – honestly, there are no big changes required, just a few small adjustments – we should with good margin be able to buy a decent holiday home in Sweden within five years should we choose to. I’m more keen on NZ, but no need to decide. Who knows what, when or even if – all we know is that if we just keep to this little plan, the ‘how’ isn’t going to be an issue.

For now, I will continue to appreciate a lovely Plan B job that I do enjoy and that the people I work for are lovely so there is – as I said before – no reason for me to complain, I simply don’t have anything to complain about, but I just need stuff to happen! I’m no good at this cruising phase we find ourselves in. What to be careful about also is how fired up I get starting things off – I’m so awesome at that bit! What career would allow me to do that? Be the proverbial firestarter? Anyway, it’s applying the plan, follow it and stick at it I suck at. Feeling very, very determined so time will tell… It usually does.


Crow’s Feet and Passengers

I am officially an old crone. I am just over a month away from 39 and that big four-oh is now an inevitable reality. As deluded and immersed in denial as I might sound, I don’t actually mind ageing – I was always the baby face and have always looked a lot younger than I am with my round apple cheeks, so call me nuts but I think I’ve finally grown into myself and look better with a bit of living etched on to me. I like my crow’s feet! I can even live with the lines across my forehead, doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I look at B and think the same thing. I’ve seen photos of him in younger days (he’s ten years older than I am) and he is miles better looking and attractive now, than e.g. in his 20s. He’ll still be a dish in his 60s and probably 70s too, he’s of that ilk of men who just stay hot no matter how old they get.

But back to signs of ageing. I need glasses. Went to the optician and I am, as I suspected, longsighted. My eyes are healthy and he told me I’d be fine without glasses, but my eyes have to work harder when I’m reading or am at a screen (which summaries most days – my life revolves around writing and reading!) so said I should have glasses in order to avoid deteriorating eyesight which is inevitable if you don’t take the strain off a little. So I chose a pair of chunky and very funky geek frames (possibly a little too trendy for a mature lady like me, but we’ll put that down to midlife crisis) and another more sensible pair that made me look like my mother. No problem with that though, my Mum’s gorgeous and normally I am the spit of my father so this is actually welcome news. I’m picking them up in a week. Oh well, I knew it was coming.

B is back this evening and I’ve decided I’m going to be a very brave bunny and pick him up. I’ve driven his car quite a few times, but never on my own, so the prospect of navigating myself all the way to Heathrow from here (although we’re at the right end of town and the airport’s only 15-20 minutes away if traffic’s OK) is quite daunting. I’m going to go out and drive around Chiswick for a while to build up my confidence. The route isn’t too bad though – get on to the M4, then I think you turn off a junction and then through a roundabout and you’re there. No turns or twists any more complicated than that.

I find it hard as I’m not used to driving on the wrong side of the road, plus sitting in what for me is the passenger seat, but at least it’s an automatic so I don’t need to faff around with gears – how hard can it be?

8 Jan 2015 pic