Here's to the New Year

It's that time of year again where everyone sits down and takes stock of their life so far and resolves to do better in the year that comes, making promises they have no hope of keeping. I am looking back tonight because tomorrow my brain will be too fried after a twelve hour shift (and another to follow on New Years Day) to do very much of anything. 

 I don't think its been too bad a year but mind you I hadn't set myself much in the way of resolutions so its hard to fall short of nothing. All the same 2015 will be the year I finally got out of retail and into social care which I had been swearing I would do for the last three years, I think I had reached the point where people stopped believing me. I had been the girl who cried I'm quitting so many times I think it took people a little while to believe me when I finally got to say it to my boss. I remember I was so nervous she thought I was about to tell her I was seriously ill. I got that out of the way in January which really gave me the rest of the year to sit on my laurels if I so chose.

 I was reading last years post about my plans for 2015 and among them was the promise that I would get back into the gym after Christmas because December had been a bit of a disaster for me and its funny because it actually took me about 8 months to get back into my routine. Its a little depressing reading about my sugar binge and my resolve to quit it and finding myself in the exact same place a year later. I have done some impressive/terrible work over the last three weeks so New Years Day will not be pleasant as its my official get myself together day and I have a supply of Ombars and bounce bars to see me through day one plus my two week break from the gym ends on Monday(4th) so I am hopeful they will be able to beat some of my gluttony out of me.

 This was the year where my Dry January became a dry 2015 but without some heart-wrenching story about my struggle with alcohol. Sorry to disappoint, It was just I found alcohol to be more of a social crutch than an enjoyable thing for me so I cut it out and spent the year being very bad at socialising and muttering about my early start the next morning (seems to work better than I didn't feel like drinking).

 It was also the year I moved in with himself. We're both still alive to tell the tale and its definitely working out better than my last time living with someone. To be fair we've had more trouble with the apartment itself than the actual living together. I know once the lease is up we will be looking for somewhere nicer and less leaky.

 and of course this is the year I finally got my full driving licence. It was my second attempt and I am delighted to have it over with. I sent off for my 10 year licence today and it seems I will be keeping a photo of me looking like a startled bird in my wallet for the next few years. My insurance company still seem content to charge me an extortionate amount for my renewal so it seems I will be shopping around in the next few weeks but its definitely a good way to finish out the year. I guess this makes me a proper adult now.

 The only thing is I am not sure what this leaves for next year. I am in no rush to buy a better car, mine runs just fine and I have no interest in burying myself in debt thank you very much. I will probably start looking further up the career ladder in the coming months now that I have some decent experience and a full driving licence there's only my overwhelming fear of interviews to hold me back.

 I'd love to go on holidays somewhere and hire a car or bring my car overseas on the ferry but it seems the idea of me driving in another country terrifies my boyfriend so I don't know how likely that is.

 Other than that I am not sure, maybe kick my sugar habit for good, actually get out more ( I have become one with my pyjamas and its not really a good thing) and blog a bit more than I did last year. It would sure help if I had something to write about.

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