29 June 2011

Holiday

So I'm giving myself an enforced holiday. Because I'm 31 now, and because I've watched my mother, and because I Don't Want to Be Like That. (And by Like That I mean an non-stop, Type A control freak who is only happy when forcibly Giving Unto Others, but is simultaneously stressed out by the self-perpetuating cycle of guilt that this creates.) Yeesh.

So my mantra, for the next few months anyway, will be to slow down. In fact, here's a list.

To Slow Down.
To be still and silent at least once a day.
To create some small thing once a day.
To blog (or journal) once a day. (See what I did there? I gave myself an out. No post? Well, I was journaling, baby.)
To do something that scares me once a day.
To stop saying 'just a minute, okay?' to the Toddler.
To used inverted commas less.
To drink more water.
To bake more bread. Or pizza doh.
To buy a sofa that I like.
To book a dentist appointment. Gad, that's scary.
To write more. Again.
To practise my guitar fingerpicking patterns. Oi, nerdy.
To answer my phone when it rings. (Damn, I love call screening. This one's gonna hurt.)
To be firm, clear and kind with the partner and myself about The Big Issue that seems to haunt us. If it can't get fixed, to get out.

That last one's important.

I write it thusly here, where I can't ignore it, or chicken out.