Storm in a Wine Glass

I think I mentioned it in my previous blog post, but this truly was the most relaxing and peaceful Christmas I think I’ve ever had. Honestly, I think it’s the first time I genuinely feel rested and recharged going into a new year and it’s such a good feeling. Instead of spending the first day of 2020 with a stinking hangover, I enjoyed the last day before going back to “normal life” with Hubby and Bambino, starting the day with a run in the park – it’s the loop we call “the ferns” where you cut right through the park’s middle all the way through a large area that’s covered in, you guessed it, ferns. We then headed out for a drive and got some food shopping done, then spent the afternoon and evening binge watching true crime documentaries on Netflix and Hayu – over this break we’ve got through heaps of those. Just cuddled up on the sofa, Hubby and I. It’s been pure bliss.

And today, it’s back to aforementioned “normal life”. I spent a couple of hours this morning writing the first half of the essay that’s due next week. I listened intently to my Inner Critic (who’s an absolute asshole, by the way) and felt I’d produced a pile of shit but Wifey (who’s on the same course) reassured me I’m all good so I’ve put it to the side for a few hours and will finish it off later.

I find blog posts like this one really boring, by the way – “my day’s been good, first I did this, then I did that” – and feel like I have nothing much to say and only sitting here typing this because I’m going to stick to my only new year’s resolution and spend an hour per day writing, be it blogging or booking. Perhaps that’s actually a sign of life being really good? Perhaps I’m in the midst of a gentle roller? That’s got to be good news. No manic high, no devastating low. I started out a little bleurgh, in all fairness. I always leave academic work to the last minute. During university, I don’t think I ever started an essay or studying for an exam until the night before. That’s right – not the DAY before. The NIGHT before. I’d get going at what would normally be bedtime, stay up until I was finished (which at uni meant all night as university work is kinda serious and you can’t just scribble down some random shite) and hand it in. This isn’t university and the work is therefore lighter in nature. I don’t know that I’d say it’s easier, but most definitely lighter. So anyway, I was getting a bit unsettled about this essay and didn’t at all feel like making a dent in it today.

Good news though – after a couple of hours of writing and looking through the books I’ve read for quotes to illustrate my points, I’m half way through it. And Wifey says what I’ve written is OK. This is EXTRAORDINARILY good for Yours Truly. Five days before deadline I’m half way done and I’ve also done something else I never did at uni – I’ve actually been a steady Eddie with the coursework and have done a lot of reading. So sitting down this morning, I found I’m on pretty solid ground and the main ball ache was just to flick through my books to dig out a few quotes. Unheard of, but perhaps this is how Sober Me studies?

So yes, started out a bit antsy but now calm and feeling pretty good about it.

Hubby went back to work and I actually felt quite sad seeing him off after our long, relaxing break. Having said that, it’s been the same for him and he has for the first time in years had the chance to rest and unwind, which he desperately needed with his already demanding job having involved insane amounts of pressure last year. This year won’t be any different for him, but all the more awesome that he had a chance to chill for a couple of weeks.

2020 has started out quietly, happily and steadily. I like it. It doesn’t make for an interesting blog post, though! Sorry ’bout that.

Today I’m not going to drink.