“I don’t like looking back. I’m always constantly looking forward. I’m not the one to sort of sit and cry over spilt milk. I’m too busy looking for the next cow.”
- Gordon Ramsay
And after the hurdle and a half that was 2014 (for me, it was largely ghastly), I’m all too enthusiastic to forgo the past and forge towards the future! But, in celebration of seeing through the most trying of years, I’m having one final shimmy down memory lane…
1. I spent New Year’s Eve 2013 bar-hopping – on lemonade! – in Blenheim with my friends Laura and Kris, miserable from a recent break-up, pregnant, EXHAUSTED and anxious. Would I encounter the fellow responsible for the bump underneath my dress? (No… although my flatmate did at the venue next-door, and promptly gave him a piece of her mind!) Would I ever get served?! (I have to admit, I can totally understand those who choose to have a low-key December 31. Who wants to venture into “town” and line up on the busiest night of the year for an overpriced tipple with everyone else?!) As I stood there, grateful for my wonderful company, but weary from being knocked around by the crowds and my emotions, I vowed that I had one resolution: to be somewhere different in 12 months time. (Mission accomplished!)
2. I wandered. By May I’d visited New Zealand’s Nelson, Havelock, Lake Rotoiti, Whakatane and Auckland. I may have been woefully depressed (I was), but that wasn’t going to keep me from exploring as much of the country as I could!
3. I learned to cut ties. I briefly “saw” an acquaintance in February, and even though I could practically smell the proverbial car crash long before the tyres screeched, I couldn’t bring myself to end it because I was terrified of feeling more hurt. But, here’s the thing: you can choose to let something continue ripping you up, or you can allow something to rip you up temporarily and then move right on. (I implore you to pick the second option!)
4. I watched my body grow, as I carried a sprog to full term.
5. I stopped putting off applying for my learner driver’s license, which now proudly sits in my wallet. (And in 2015, I’m committing to accomplishing my full license!)
6. I had two baby showers (the above photograph was taken with colleagues when I was seven months along), and…
7. … even had a handmade cake surprise delivered to me at work! (Thank-you again, Cherie, for creating one of the most special treats – and moments – of my life!)
8. I moved to Auckland, at the suggestion of my Auntie Muringa, and a tremendous sense of relief washed over me. Goodbye, Blenheim.
9. I farewelled my beautiful grandfather, the happiest man I’ve ever known. Once upon a time, a Dutch woman met a Rotuman (it’s an island off Fiji) teacher in London. They fell madly in love, and raised three daughters there (the eldest was my mother; this is why, thankfully, I was able to acquire a British passport!) before moving to New Zealand. My heart broke – along with many others – when he passed away, but I have the greatest memories of him.
10. I gave birth to my Charlie, my heart, my motivator and the best thing that’s ever happened to me. (Those are tears of rapture and “is she… mine? Did I… do it?” flowing from my eyes!)
11. I attended the August Auckland Bloggers Brunch Club, and met some brilliant people. I’m not a shy person but my teeth were chattering as I tip-toed into Okra, because it was my first social outing in not only Auckland, but MONTHS!
12. I shifted into an apartment in Auckland’s city centre after countless rejection messages from real estate agents (I was baffled; Charlie was six weeks old when I was searching. She was hardly going to be drawing on walls or throwing wild parties!); I’d always said that I could never live alone (but then I’d always said that I couldn’t be a mother!), but here I am, Miss (completely) Independent!
13. I re-tried foods that I’d previously despised. We change SO MUCH over the course of our journeys, so I figured that surely our tastebuds would, too! Olives? We’ll never be chums. Tomatoes and asparagus? Y-u-m!
14. I enjoyed the last days of it re-visiting Whakatane, smiling, relaxing, EATING (oh, how I ate!) and seriously envisaging later settling there.
I wish you nothing but all the bliss, luck and pizza (can you think of three better things?!) on the planet as you write the next stories of your script. May 2015 be everyone’s most exciting phase yet!