Happy new year my lil loves.
It's safe to say that 2018 was quite possibly the best day of my life so far.
So much happened - we got married, we saw the world, we celebrated, we commiserated, we partied, we definitely drank (too much, some might say) & we loved each day as it came.
It's tough to think that this time last year, we were just finalising our wedding plans, preparing for our (out of hand) stag & hen dos and was, frankly, v. nervous about what the big day would bring. Would it be raining? Would people turn up? Would people even have fun? Would the food be OK? Would the photo booth set up too early and be in the way?
How silly that those were the things that we worried about in the run up to the wedding. If that doesn't sum up my year, I don't know what will. I'm a worrier. I have bad anxiety (although not many people get to see that - I like to suffer in silence, don't we all?), but last year, I was sick of thinking things were going wrong all of the time. I didn't once think about anything other than how magical my big day was going - it could've rained, the chicken could have been dry or the photo booth could have set up on the dance floor for all I cared. I honestly didn't care because I was ecstatically happy and nothing can ruin that feeling.
If there's one thing that you take from this ramble, live every moment as it comes. I recently read a quote that said
"if you worry about something, you're putting yourself through it twice"
and it really resonated with me. I have presentations, meetings and decisions at work that are completely new to me - but what's the use in worrying. What will be, will be (or at least I hope!)
Here's to 2019 and adapting to the horrors of new challenges, new chances and new opportunities.
xxx