Right, back to me.
2016 was one of those consolidating years. Good for resting, taking stock, pausing, doing a bit of growing.
2017 is about being amazing again. About being Nic, about going back to being inspirational, awesome, amazing, someone to feel proud of. I think I haven’t taken enough baths – not because I smell but because that is where I used to do my thinking and get all excited about what I was going to do when I stepped out of the bath. Maybe Nic without a bath is like Samson without his hair. Maybe I need to get over myself and start bathing in the river or something!
Captain Fantastic… made me sob at the end because of the beauty. Of those children who came from the woman they were celebrating the flawed, brief, taken at her own hands life of, singing, playing instruments, rescuing their father. I didn’t like the ending, I didn’t like the message that he had compromised his ideals but I did love that she lived on and for me the film was more about Lesley, the dead mother than it was about any of the living characters. This is the year I return to inspiring the people around me to be the best versions of themselves they can be, by leading by example.
I sent an email out to Rum folk on Tuesday to say I’d be celebrating tomorrow at the shop with brownies. No one replied to the email but today at the pier Neil mentioned it, then Fliss, Ali and Lesley all appeared saying they’d see me tomorrow. Jay (the sister in law formerly known as Julie) rang today to tell me Happy Birthday for tomorrow and she loves me, I exchanged our traditional day before my birthday text message with Frazer referring to the jump jump jump it’s my birthday tomorrow phrase I coined over 30 years ago. I think my biggest wobble this last year has been both in wondering whether I count and whether I matter too much.
43 is going to rock.
Happy Birthday!
Comment by Mich — 06 January 2017 @ 12:16 am