“An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.”
So now we’re reaching the end of one of the most confusing times of the year and people are announcing to the world their New Year’s Resolutions (or their intention to not have any) for 2016. There’s going to be loads of “Year in Review” type articles/posts appearing across the world. This isn’t one of them.
Before we go any further, I want credit Michelle who answered my plea to twitter for inspiration after suffering mega writer’s block:
@Dizzyfy What was the top 10 moments of 2015? What are you most looking forward to about 2016?
— Michelle A (@petitetealover) December 30, 2015
Ok, so I told little fib. This is kind of a year review post… December 31st is as good a day as any to take stock of life so far. This blog in its current incarnation may not have even be 12 months old, with only a handful of posts, but there’s still things I can look back on. I’ve got lots of things bubbling around in my head for 2016 but I will keep them to myself for the time being…
Anyway, 2015 has been rather eventful, and not always for a good reason, so rather than look at my top ten, I thought I would ponder the most significant moments (documented in this blog) of the past year.
The first post of this “rebooted” version of twirliegirly was back in May. I didn’t say anything particularly profound – and wasn’t particularly well written – but everything needs a beginning. Not much later I started my “No-Poo” quest and I am pleased to report that I have stuck with it, having passed the six month mark.
It hasn’t been easy mind, having such a dusty house (because of the solid fuel thing) really doesn’t help. Every time I have a shower I have the shampoo which himself uses staring at me but I have never yet used it. I even went further and started to cut my own hair (although the attempt on my fringe as rather… interesting). In fact, apart from replenishing the ACV stock the only money I have directly spent on my hair has been on my monthly Glitterati subscription.
Joining the Glitterati has not only meant I get hair pretties every month but there is also a Facebook group and swapshop and various events held over the year. The other members are lovely and fantastically supportive, which I needed when the shit hit the fan in July.
The events of that week are probably the most significant of the year and have left a lasting effect on myself and those around me. Himself is doing much better than expected but there is still a lot of damage that hasn’t healed. He gets incredibly frustrated at what he can’t do still but considering he might not even have survived his accident (and me mine) I think it has made us appreciate each other even more. Of course I scared the beejeezus out of everyone when I had my car accident (himself had one on the nurses on the ward he was on had to tell him I was downstairs in A&E). I was mortified that I had done something so stupid, but once I was back behind the wheel I was fine.
So yes, the unlucky/lucky nature of that week is something that will stay with me for a long time yet.
2015 also saw me developing an understanding of what a feminist looks like and on the back of that I have been giving more consideration to my own actions. It also spawned some ideas for future posts.
It hasn’t been a brilliant year, but it could have been so, so much worse. If there was someone controlling my fate I would be thanking them right now. I can’t though, so I’ll ask you to remember this:
With every beat of your heart life as you know it changes on some level. What you do in the gaps matters.
Have a merry and safe Hogmanay, here’s to 2016!