Knilly Frickers

It's the last day of 2017 and as I often do at this time of year I'm feeling inquisitive about what the coming year will bring.  In the past I've spent the entirety of this day thinking about all my flaws and imperfections, what I'd like to change and how I'd fit those into New Years resolutions.  In the last few years, whether it's come with age or circumstance, I've learned that I'm really not about New Years resolutions.    I even posted a blog about it in January which you can read here .  I do have some challenges I'd like to take on and some achievements I'd like to unlock across the next year but I'm not going to make them a must do, more of an I'd like to do.  There will be no need for me to feel like crap come the 5th of January when I haven't achieved the first 10 on a list of 15.  I'd like to change my blog a little, not much, but a little. When I first started my blog, it was really self therapy with the occasional rev...

Today’s musings came to me while I was eating my lunch. Alongside my lunch I had five Jaffa Cakes (other biscuits are available).  When a colleague asked my how I eat them (full moon, half moon, total eclipse)  it occurred to me I don’t know!  I decided to make it my lunch time mission to eat each on in a different way.  It set me off thinking about a thing that I hear people say quite often about how you can’t do the same thing and expect different results.  In a lot of aspects of my life I do tend to favour the same approach and hope that something happens and get sad when it doesn’t. That’s partly my own fault, I’m indecisive and I like to err on the side of caution and remain in my comfort zone. Sometimes that’s a good thing, it keeps me safe and it keeps me happy, but other times it holds me back because I’ve not taken a risk. As you’ll have gathered, I don’t thrive on risks, not big ones anyway.  I’m trying to get better at that, identify ways to step...

It’s seven days til Christmas! I’m not sure where this year has gone! Well, I grasp the passage of time but I do feel like it’s zoomed past!  There are also two weeks left of this year, I’m not really into this new year new me nonsense, but it is my opportunity to think about how I want the year ahead to take shape. Normally at this time of year I make a list of all the things I dislike about myself and try to channel them into ways I’m going to change.  I’m not really into that anymore.  I’ll always want to be the best version of myself but that doesn’t mean I have to change everything about who I am. That’s not me saying I’m awesome, flawless and require no self improvement, but I don’t need to become someone else to achieve it. Right, that’s my mind cleansed of thoughts for Monday lunch time, I’m going to try and get back in the habit of getting my musings out of my head and onto paper more often. 

It’s officially the first of December, at time of writing in Scotland anyway. It’s already the second in some parts of the world and by the time you read this December could have been and gone.  I’m side tracking, December is here. I’m turning into one of those people who comments on how quickly the year has gone in - like elderly ladies at bus stops, I’m not sure if that’s a universal thing or a Scottish thing where we pass the time of day with fellow soon to be bus passengers by commenting on the speed at which time accelerate and how the weather of this particular season is vastly inferior to the years prior - back to my point, this year really has gone quickly. I really do feel like not that long ago 2017 was a fresh new year and I was ready to tackle it with gusto and determination. There is now a matter of days left of the year before the next begins and I’m wondering where it has gone.   Usually around this time of year I start to panic when people talk about being orga...