So, we're six months in, time to check the progress of Project: Sort Life Out. On New Year's Eve I said I'd do several things in order to stop messing around and get my life back on track; it had become a habit rather than a life.
Sign up for Race For Life - check! Not only that, but I've re-joined my old gym and I've started running, now I can do 5km without thinking about it. This is a particularly proud moment, because I've never been able to run, I fall over! Quite literally, I'd get into a rhythm and fall flat on my face. Loads of people have tried to help me (including several gym instructors), but nope, even running from the boat to the bar on my sister's hen weekend I fell spread-eagled on Lymington sea front in front of holiday-makers eating ice cream and enjoying the view... Thank goodness I was drunk or that would have been embarrassing!!
Fitting into favourite dress - check! The gym bit has no doubt helped with that one. I'm eating healthier as well; have you ever realised how after the gym all you want to eat is fresh/brightly coloured food? Odd! Anyway, there's a big important party coming up, for which I have to look and feel fabulous, so the dress is essential.
Holiday - double check! Best holiday in years (only holiday in years). Tenerife with the girls was awesome and so much fun. We did nothing but sunbathe, swim, walked for miles, ate everything in sight, it was bliss. We managed one hideously drunken night (so bad, breakfast was impossible), that involved karaoke and a lot of old northern people; for some reason my northern accent becomes freakishly strong when surrounded by my own kind!
Stunt driving course - not yet! So this is my next challenge for the summer holidays. As long as I get all my work done over the next few weeks, I should have a free summer to do all this stuff (I also want to do a track day). Although, my brilliant brother-in-law let me drive his Porsche 911 GT3RS a few weeks ago, very cool!
All of these have been done over the past couple of months as opposed to starting in January when I said I would. The first few months of the year was spent thinking what a total train wreck my life had become and why I'd lost the ability to cope like normal people. On Friday 13th May, Mum got the all clear from her latest operation. A massive cause for celebration for all the obvious reasons, but also an unexpected realisation about how much her diagnosis had affected me. I figured that after the January/February meltdown I was ok, or at least working on it, but actually however much you try and get on with it, you actually don't. You live in limbo waiting for the next lot of results, for the next crisis or symptom of one of us not coping, or something - there's always something. It's only when it's over that you realise how all-consuming it is for everyone. I'm suddenly free, we all are. This has been a big learning curve. Just when I thought I'd got a handle on it, I realised I hadn't. Everyone has been so patient with me; I couldn't have done the last 6months without friends at work, friends in life, my sisters, everyone has put up with my random out-of-control ranting about lack of paperclips, falling asleep with my eyes open in meetings, putting my car keys in the fridge (as my uncle pointed out, where the hell did I put the car??) and all the other ridiculously badly thought out things I did/said/thought.
So, what happens now? Well, Race For Life is in July so I'll keep training till then at least, I'm hoping to finish in 30mins, but that's quite a challenge. I'll book a stunt day/track day at some point for the summer and take it from there. The next big thing is saving to buy a house - dur dur durrrrrrrr! I still have no idea where I want to live, but I know where I want to work, so eventually I'll make a decision, that's a plan for next year at least. Who knows, tomorrow I might meet the man of my dreams, who happens to be a millionaire, own a yacht harboured in Monte Carlo (just missed the Grand Prix though) who wants to sweep me off my feet so that I can leave my job and open the school of performing arts for children and adults with disabilities. But until then, I'll carry on making my own luck and hopefully, not losing the plot again any time soon!
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