Every year around this time. I get introspective. I think about the year just gone and the year yet to come. I make lists. I make plans. I may start these lists and plans. I may carry them out for a week or two. I certainly lose focus on them. I certainly lose my grip. I definitely forget them, maybe for a moment, maybe for a month. I come back to them and bemoan my inability to follow things through. I hate myself for a while. I get introspective. I write another list. I hate this journey. I want to get off.
I am a 38 year-old mum of 3 kids (Cornichon is 7, Little Pickle is 5 and Baby Gherks will be 1 in February) and we live with my lovely husband in beautiful Wales. I love spending time with my family, watching rugby, making cool stuff and finding inspiration for fun.