I'm a bit superstitious. Like if things are going really well, I always wait with bated breath for something bad to happen because it's just bound to happen, it just is. I pay attention to number plates on cars, am always convinced that if a certain song comes on at a certain time then it's a sign! Of what, who knows, BUT IT'S A SIGN. I like me a sign. I'm a sign girl.
This time last year, I was looking down the barrel of a new year. On New Years Eve Alex Perry replied to a tweet of mine which I thought meant something for me, but then again it was probably a case of me just stroking his ego and him being quite pissed, what being New Years Eve and all. I was sure the year was going to be a cracker and then a personal drama/confrontation was tossed my way and I spent the first week in turmoil about me, my relationships with others, my blog and a whole lot of other stuff thrown in for good measure. The good sign of 2012 lasted all of 3 days before I wrote off the year because of it's shitty personal start that fogged my mind for much of the year.
A week ago I decided that I would start running again. For, you know, the 56th time of me giving up and then starting again. I got up, I ran, and I did it again the next day. And then the next. AND THEN THE NEXT. I even felt bad when I didn't do anything one day so doubled the effort the next day. In fact, I've run 30km's this week. I'm not sure who has taken over my body, nor if it will last more than 2 weeks, but I'll take it. And clearly this all means SOMETHING right?
This New Years I was keen to tap into any "signs" for the year ahead. We had a very mellow NY's Eve with dinner at our place with Neighbour, her husband and their two kids - a simple dinner cooked on the fire pit, some champagne, and a natter around the fire pit under the stars in the front yard. I wore a sequined kaftan which I took as a sign that I must maintain my style at all times throughout the year. Daisy told me I looked a little like Grandma which I took as I sign I may need to start wearing primer under foundation going forward. The kid's were well behaved and hardly bugged us all night, the food was good, the wine was flowing. The party ended around 11pm and Rob suggested that we WASH UP. Together! And start the new year with a clean fresh kitchen. I was quite beside myself upon the suggestion. We sat down with a beer, and I made a couple of really funny jokes that had him properly laughing at me, like I was funny or something! We saw 12am tick over then went to bed and HAD SEX. Yes, it deserves capitals. It was proper, pre children sex that lasted for longer than 6 minutes. Sure, some of you would suggest that the washing up and the laughing of my jokes were all leading to this moment, but I'll take it either way. The next day we drove to my Dad's place at the beach and there was NO HOLIDAY TRAFFIC. We had two wonderful nights there - one with Mrs Woog and her gorgeous family and then headed up to the farm where we'll be for a few more nights.
Things are looking really good.
Without saying ANYTHING, or writing down ANYTHING to do with anything that may or may not be a good sign, I'll say that 2013 is looking pretty damn fine to me so far.
I hope it is for you too.