It has been a long time since I had wanderlust. It has been a long time since I wrote anything here on ScribbleSparkleShine. Too long.
2017 ended pretty much how it started. But of course I learnt a few lessons along the way.
What I learnt in 2017
- I learnt that friends really are the family you choose for yourself. A good circle of friends, or even one BFF is enough to get you through when the going gets touch.
- I learnt that alopecia, really isn’t that bad. I may have my low points – last night was the first for a long time whilst watching L’Oreal’s new campaign, however, seriously I never had a bad hair day now. Winner.
- I learnt that scalp tattoos don’t hurt as much as you might think but the headache afterwards is a bitch.
- I realised some people never change, and no amount of wishing and hoping can change that.
- I learnt that age doesn’t necessarily equate with wisdom. Some of the most hurtful things ever said to me came from older people, while the words that healed them came from a 21 year old…
- I learnt that Moscow Mules made by Mrs T (formerly Miss I) are bloody brilliant.
- Most importantly I learnt that we are in charge of our own happiness. It may not feel like it at times, but ultimately we always have a choice in how we handle a situation.
Christmas 2017 was a quiet affair in the Scribble household – just myself, my folks, Aunt and Uncle. Fifth wheel again.
However, it was during the Christmas break, as I took some time out from work and every day stresses that I was inspired.
I asked a friend, the usual “how are you?” expecting a usual response of “good”, perhaps “fine” or something more along the lines of “so-so”. I didn’t expect the response I received.
Happy. Those five letters really cheered me, warmed my heart even. Happy
It’s such a lovely word, which we don’t use nearly enough.
Happy because they were enjoying a family Christmas, running around with their nieces and nephews, relaxed and chilled.
I too was happy at this point, because I was doing the same, except instead of nieces and nephews I have fur babies.
The problem comes when you run out of days where you’ve forgotten which day of the week it is and you have to return to work. Once the New Year is in, time passes us by so quickly that soon you end up forgetting the last time you were happy. Looking back on 2017, I didn’t do enough. I didn’t go to many places. I didn’t catch up with the friends I have been meaning to catch up with for the best part of four years. I didn’t have enough wanderlust.
A good start
2018 has started well, it has started happy, it has started with a healthy dose of wanderlust.
I’ve decided to grab opportunities where I can, to book the damn tickets, take the trip. Life is too short. It’s not even about the trip or the show. It’s about enriching our lives with experiences and having things to look forward to beyond the mundane. Mundane can be beautiful when it’s family-centric. When you’re on you’re own, it can be a cage.
But it doesn’t have to be.
I’ve booked in that catch up with Mrs B, last time we saw each other we were writing our “thirty things to do before 30” lists. Neither of us achieved a damn thing before 30. We were just late bloomers. I’ve since had that tattoo, she has since had a baby.
I’ve booked a trip to London with Mr G and Mrs T – Liberty, Camden, Covent Garden, how I have missed you so!
I’ve booked a ticket for Les Miserables…do you hear the people sing?
Concert with one of my favourite artists? Check
Festival tickets? Check (yes, this is Woolfest – it’s still a festival! Do not judge me).
Holiday to the lakes – Check
When my happy friend next asks me how I am – my answer will be happy. Happy as I have things to look forward to. Happy as my focus is not just work. Happy because I am sharing these experiences with loved ones. Happy because I am getting out and about, I’m doing things. I’m going places.
Swindon, London, The Lakes, perhaps Parga, perhaps Paris…
Wanderlust in the pursuit of happiness really is a wonderful thing.
How about you? Do you have a case of wanderlust? Comment below.
Laters, lovelies xx