Mid-Year Resolutions

I actually didn’t make any concrete resolutions for 2019. Not as the bells rang it in anyway. Later I would vow to stop shopping and the less said about that the better*.

But we’re six months into the year (SIX MONTHS WHAT THE FUCK) and I thought I’d revisit the concept of resolutions and change, and maybe set down some small goals for the rest of the year. Also, I saw someone else had done this on their blog and it sounded like a good idea.

So. A few things I’m going to focus my (un)pretty little head on for the rest of 2019.

Clothing

Damn, I need to hang up my clothes. I have so many lovely things and I end up wearing the same outfits all the time because they’re buried deep in the corner of my room. Not only should I be looking after my clothes so they stay nice, I should be letting each piece enjoy their moment in the sun. Who am I to deny any of them?

I’ve actually got a day off today – and I know I should pause Bridesmaids for the 41st time, and go and do this immediately – yet, I’m not going to. I’ll take care of it at the weekend, that’s only a day away. Sorry dresses.

Journaling

A long long time ago, when I was backpacking around Australia and in love with a pretty but terrible Aussie dude, I was obsessed with keeping a diary. I had diaries when I was a kid/tween, obviously but traveling actually gave me something to talk about finally and so did the hot, sweaty sex I was having with Philip (with one ‘l’).

I think I might start one up again, not to record all the sex I have (or don’t, I’m married) but to record moods and important feelings. It’s old school and I like the idea of pretty blank pages paving the way for a torrent of truth. Then again, what is this blog then, if not a journal for my true feelings? Well, I don’t think I have to tell you that although I am candid here, I don’t talk about everything. I mean, I share my anxiety all the time but I leave the depression and the really destructive thoughts out of it. They need an outlet too.

Walking

I really need to stop dropping my hard-earned shrapnel on buses when home to work (or work back home) is only a 20 minute stroll. I’m a lazy toad and I’ve been better lately but I need to follow this goal through.

With fully charged Bluetooth headphones and a library of untouched podcast episodes, there is literally no excuse not to be moving. I feel so much better when I do it – fresh air, a bit of exercise, good graffiti on the way – it’s a no-brainer.

Homebodying

As with the clothing situation, I also want to start being more houseproud. I can be a little slovenly sometimes (ALL THE TIME). Alas – and also yey! – I married a man at the exact same level of fastidiousness as me. This means we’re slobs together and there’s nobody really to motivate the other to do better. Sometimes, this is sheer, messy heaven but there always comes a tipping point eventually. I’m here now.

Eventually, we want to buy a place and I would like to do that as a forty-something woman who has a home ready so anyone can drop by, unannounced. I mean, not literally, that’s totally unacceptable – but in theory. How hard can it be to stay on top of things? I might also start buying plants. FUCKING HELL.

Witching

After I shared this post on social media, one of my best friends in the whole world sent me the loveliest message about how he too has been practicing and finding comfort in witchcraft. Which made me feel really good and solidified all the reasons I want to explore this in the first place. How lucky am I to be surrounded by people who instinctively get me?

So I’m definitely going to set aside time to study properly and really focus on what this practice can bring me. I’m really excited about it.

How are your resolutions going? And, if you didn’t make any – how’s your 2019 so far?

*I actually haven’t been THAT bad, I’ll do a new update shortly. Update #1 is here.

The Reluctant Baker

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Baking the right way

I baked a cake this weekend.

I was going to wax lyrical for a while about how inept I am in the kitchen but examining the evidence, I’m not sure that is the case. Based on cooking Christmas dinner last year for five people (successfully) and now this cake, I would have to describe myself as a perfectly adequate chef.

However, unlike my talented baker friends, I do not class this past time as one of my favourites. Given the choice, I would set foot in my kitchen only to replenish cups of tea and to grab a biscuit every half hour. I do, of course, feed the family, sometimes without complaint and that is about as far as my affair with domesticity goes.

But Mr Bee needs a cake for next Thursday and I’m a nice woman. Oh and he wasn’t convinced I could do it successfully so part of the appeal of this experiment was to stick two fingers up at him. I hate being told I can’t do something.

So he gathered the ingredients and I mustered the enthusiasm and together our peanut butter cake was born!

It’s delish by the way. I won’t include a recipe as this isn’t a baking blog but I was so proud of my handiwork that I took a bunch of pictures and they tell the story just fine.

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Ingredients / So far unused baking goodies / Messy kitchen
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Fresh out the oven / Success! / Details

In your face Mr Bee! For the record I should say he wasn’t being mean about my skills really. And he did sort of help, making sure I had all relevant utensils to hand and washing things up as soon as I was done with them. Basically, he was the perfect assistant.

What have I learnt from yesterday’s Bake Off? Well, I now understand the joy baking can bring. I’m ridiculously chuffed that it turned out so well and am also proud I can take some to work with me tomorrow. The girls in my office have all had a go at bringing the homemade cakes in and I’m always only too willing to eat them. Now it’s my turn!

Incidentally, if you’re a baker and would like to add some gorgeous ideas and recipes to your collection, check out my friend Boo at Lip Smackin’ Treats. She’s really good.

Now, for a giant slab of MY cake and a nice strong cuppa. Happy Sunday all!