I made some resolutions last year.
One was to get healthy and the other was to write more.
I partially succeeded.
I am healthier. Despite the sprain to my shoulder. I have lost weight. I am feeling better. I am rid of the literal pain in my rear. August to September were incredibly long months as I healed from the pilonidal extraction surgery, BUT IT IS GONE! No more horrid antibiotics. No more feeling run down and tired all of the time because my body was constantly fighting off an infection. No more having to say to William "Sorry no Mommy can't do that she is sick."
No longer do I have to worry if I am over doing it standing/sitting/exercising wise. I can go down a slide with my son or the day care children without fear. I can go TOBOGGANING with William!!!!
I am no longer paranoid about falling when walking on slick surfaces and am more apt to go ice skating this year and take William with me.
Emotionally...
I am more balanced I guess.
Still working out exactly what my path is Spiritually. Been asking questions. Reading and waiting.
I needed my physical health to be less precarious before I added something to my plate. I want to commit fully to a path, not half way. First I have to find the path.
Writing wise. I did not write as much as I wanted, but I did write.
So there was some improvement in that department just not as much as I wanted.
I suspect I am just going to have to pick three set times a week and ensure that nothing interrupts those writing times.
I know I will need to do this because though work has normalized to a more regular day schedule I have taken on the responsibility of being one of the Story tellers for Waterloo by Night, the local Requiem larp. That responsibility fully begins in February. I am still wondering what I was thinking when I decided to take this challenge on, but I feel up to the task.
This time round I won't be finding myself unexpectedly pregnant. (Last time I stepped up to the ST team I learned a month or two later I was pregnant).
We have not been trying for a sibling for William for about 6 months now. We have been taking measures to ensure we don't accidentally have an oops. This was brought about mainly to me being referred to the surgeon for my pilonidal cyst and its eventual removal. I did not want to be pregnant while that was going on. About the time we were thinking of ending the measures in place I injured myself at work.
We cannot afford for me to get pregnant. Hopefully toward the end of this year we will know that Andrew is going to be done his PHD and we can start trying.
I don't want to be having children once I am past 35.
I walked away from both my doctor and gynecologist very jaded and bitter. Neither seems to think what I go through every month is problematic. Hell my gynecologist had the nerve to accuse me of lying about my history despite the fact she has a f*cking file with tests SHE sent me for that show that I have major issues with ovarian cysts and signs of scarring from Endometriosis. But apparently she only remembers being my OB. So I suffer in agony upwards of two weeks of every month because since I get my period every 30-56 days (each month varies), there is nothing wrong with me because I get my period. 0
So
I will still likely go to the hospital for birthing. I don't feel comfortable having a baby in this town house. Not to mention with the complications I ended up having with William I would worry way too much.
But there is still time to think on those choices. First I have to get pregnant again. Which will happen in good time. Though William has asked me on average of about twice a week when I am going to make him a big brother. He WANTS to be a big brother and he doesn't care if it's a brother or a sister that comes out.
So my goals for this year are not a whole lot different from last year.
I plan to write more.
I am going to continue to strive to continue to become healthier in mind, body and spirit.
I will find a Spiritual path to walk. And hopefully a group to connect with as well.
Not really resolutions, but life goals.
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