Today is your birthday. The anniversary of the last day I saw you as you were – vibrant, funny, fierce.
I’m trying to remember the happy times, the laughs, the scandals, the debates.
But today those memories are bittersweet.
I wish you were here to see what we’re up and to tell us off for not doing it properly.
Life isn’t like that though. We can never recapture a moment, and there’s no point in moving forward with regrets of any kind.
So today I will celebrate your life, I will raise a glass tonight and remember you with love.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
It’s been quite a year, 2013.
January started full of hope: this would be the year that I got fit and honed a body to be proud of; it would be the year that I perfected my work/life balance; it was to be the year that I started writing, seriously writing.
But it’s also been a year of loss, of stress and of responsibility.
So this year’s aims are adjusted: to grow and develop as a leader, cajoling and encouraging my team to up their game; to continue to work on achieving the body beautiful and remembering that perfection is just a notion in my head; and to strive for the work/life balance where following your heart as often as your head is possible.
I have lots to look forward to: a lovely long bank holiday weekend of rest and relaxation (and ironing); a 10 day holiday away with Mr ShoeThatAlwaysFits; and some precious time with my parents who are coming to visit in October.
So that’s the heart taken care of; a protein shake and a sweat-inducing workout will take care of the body; and the mind, well – it’s not doing so badly after all.