Wow...another year? The Year of the Sheep has been extremely good to me. I worked my butt off and saw all of my efforts manifest into proud achievements and crazy new adventures. It's almost sad to say goodbye to another year, but I'm hoping for more great things with 2016.
Next week will usher in the Year of the Monkey and I'm bringing back my Chinese New Year Resolutions. To keep things really simple and focused, I only have three goals.
For a variety of reasons and factors, I feel as though it is really now or never with Oz. The time is now and I need to get myself back to the land of vegemite and Tim Tams.
#2: Save More
Probably not a good goal to have in mind when #1 is also a goal within the same year. I've been reading a lot about and getting really inspired by the minimalism/essentialism/frugal movement. Whatever you call it, I don't need as much stuff as I have. It's time to look at my budget and really think about putting my $$$ into smarter vehicles aside from clothes and shoes.
#3: Work SmarterSince T4s are filling up my desk space, I made how much last year?!? Yeh, I worked hard, but this came at the sacrifice of my personal time with friends and family. Is all that extra $$$ worth it? No, I need to work better (be more productive and efficient). It comes down to cutting off the excess to focus on the essentials. The money is nice, but I am going to stop trading in my youth and freedom for it.
The photo was taken a decade ago. A decade! I was barely into my 20s and found myself halfway around the world without a single soul I could count on aside from myself. It was months of Corn Flakes and apples for breakfast, followed by dinners of Instant Noodles. It was one of the most stressful times of my life. It was also one of the happiest.
Australia was breathtaking in its beauty and incredibly warm in its people. The Great Ocean Road was and still is the best drive I've ever been on. Dizzy from the winding roads, the views made up for all of it. Still, the reason why Australia was the trip that changed me had nothing to do with any of that. It was all of those individuals in the photos that stirred something in me that left me as a new person.
As crazy as a time it was for me, it was also an insane time for them as well. Looking back, I had it easy. They are courageous, determined and absolutely fearless individuals. When I look back at 10 years, I see that I try to live my life with their qualities. It reminds me that as far as I think I have come, there is still so much more for me to learn. I was more of me then. Full of worry, questions and dreams that I had no idea of how to ever reach.
Who knows where I'll be standing in another decade. Who knows how many more of life's layers will come between the person in my skin and the person in that photo. I'm happy and grateful that my sense of adventure has not diminished one bit.
The weather is absolutely beautiful today. As the long weekend reminds me that summer is nearly over, it's also a reminder that I'll be another year older. Hitting 30 wasn't a big deal. The approach to it was another story.
The only reminder that I am older comes when yet another friend announces an engagement or another bundle of joy coming soon. Don't get me wrong, I party the heck out of weddings and I ooh and ahh over every ultrasound photo. Babies are the cutest creatures on earth and I enjoy a good snuggle when I can.
I love being in my 30s because of weddings and babies. My late 20s were filled with annoying questions about the state of my ovaries and why there's no rock on my finger. These questions stopped as soon as my friends started planning their weddings and tiny humans started to pop out. Suddenly they understand that these are serious decisions and that my own personal reasons are perfectly apt. Then again, they are too tired and/or stressed to really care about my current life and their old one.
No, I've never dreamed of a big white dress as a little girl. I'm saving myself for the world. Thankfully my bf is understanding enough to get that I'd rather pay for a safari than a wedding venue. I'm still on the fence about babies.
The thing about getting older is that experience gives one perspectives that were not there before. It also gives one the tenacity to change our minds and not care what other people think. Who knows, I could end of pregnant and married by my next birthday. If I am, great. If I'm not, that's also great.
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This is my newfound ritual. Wake up without the sound of an alarm. Make myself breakfast from scratch. Brew the good coffee in the french press and read every interesting article in the New York Times. The plan for the rest of the day? Maybe a nap. Maybe a book. Maybe a movie.
Time slows down when I slow down. Deadline will still be there at the end of the day. At least today, I have luxury of taking it for myself.
Everyone and their mom have heard of this book by Marie Kondo. I was a bit late on the bandwagon, having only picked it up at the beginning of summer to see what all the hype was about. The NY Times wrote a great piece to sum it up, which convinced me to grab a copy.
It's a detailed look at how to declutter the junk in your life with cutesy Japanese tidbits of soundbites. Kondo writes about her obsession with organizing that stemmed from childhood. This is done in part to outline how her expertise has been honed over her young life. She names this organizing technique after her first and last name, KonMari. She also secured the aptly titled website, http://tidyingup.com/.
If you just want the goods, skip the first sections of this autobiographical account. To sum up the Konmari method:
- Organize by types; not rooms (i.e clothes and not bedroom, and then T-shirts before pants..etc).
- Take everything out at once (so you're damn committed)
- Touch each piece and ask yourself, "Does X bring me joy?"
- According to your answer: toss, donate or fold meticulously and put back in place
I just organized my underwear drawer and didn't ask, "Does this itchy bra I bought on sale bring me joy?" It was common sense. With all this being said, I do think that this book could be eye-opening to a lot of people who never thought about all the stuff they keep around them.
It is now Wednesday August 19, 2015. While I could continue my pattern of sloth into the dwindling weeks of summer, I'm making the effort to buckle down and get some work done. I'm staring at a busy fall/winter with classes to teach, courses to ace and trips to take. Oh, and for fun, blogging again. Who am I kidding? This is my leisure time activity when I'm in the midst of work.
There are old trips to catalogue and an insane amount of books to review. Hope you're liking the new look of the site!
Dear Past Sharon,
Thank you very much for booking this trip 6 months ago when the Canadian dollar was stronger than what it is today and when the Icelandic economy was facing signs of trouble. How else could such a destination be so affordable?
Thank you again for having kind foresight, or perhaps supreme psychic abilities. I had no clue that my life would become as busy as it has over the last few months. Deadlines, contracts and obligations abound, so what better time for a vacation? There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in that last sentence. I really do think that I would have worked myself into a hysterical fit if it were not for this vacation.
Money is great, but what's the damn point if I don't get to enjoy my limited time on this earth? In a few short days, I'll be trekking on glaciers and bathing in thermal hot springs. If all goes well, throw in the Aurora Borealis.
P.S- You should have exchanged money before the Canadian dollar sank!