It is rare to feel such contentment. But watching 2014 slip away quietly in the crash of the waves on Crantock beach seems to calm my soul.
Our year is ending, it has been one of carelessness. Where I have lost the best part of five stone, a husband, and my favourite earrings, plus numerous socks. I resolve for 2015 to only buy multi packs of plain socks and to try to find the earrings.
We are nestled merrily in Cornwall, my healing zone. Except I don’t feel like I need to be healed. We are closing 2014 on a happy note, the kids are well, my dress size is substantially smaller than this time last year. Shallow as that may be, it makes me happy.
I have tasted pain in the last few months that has hurt the whole family. No matter how amicable the break up of a relationship impacts all of those involved.
Life does go on and time does heal…
The clichés ring true.
I have a hobby, a new love of fitness in my life. And I am filled with ambition for the upcoming months. For the first time in forever I can see hints of a life plan etching together.
The sun has shone every day fighting the cold, beauty surrounds us, it is the perfect place to end and start a year.
The children ended the year surfing in the icy waters, we drank hot chocolate afterwards and scoffed down carbs as if one of us were giving them up tomorrow.
To those who have read this space, my thought, ramblings and funny little stories I offer you thanks.
And hope you have a Happy New Year and 2015 is the very best year you can make it.
Love Jane and the small ones.
New Years Eve – 2014