Image: Calvin and Hobbes

My word for 2018 is Creativity. I’ve laid the groundwork for a couple of projects that are ready to be born. 

Last year’s word was Self-care. I learned to care for myself like I care for my children. I stopped smoking, I did yoga at least twice a week and Stopped drowning my sorrows in food, particularly sugar. I also made sure I got enough sleep most of the time. It was a massive learning curve and I fell many times but I’m finally learning to listen to my body. To give it the care and respect it deserves. I always rolled my eyes at the ‘your body is your temple’ thing, but we only get one ( in this lifetime at least.) we need to take good care of it. 

I intend to nurture my creativity this coming year in the same way I learned to nurture my body in 2017. My addiction stole so much from me, my productivity in my creative life was mainly limited to my sober periods. When I drank I fantasised about being creative and longed for it but getting drunk was all consuming. It sucked the life and love right out of me and consequently no energy, time or inspiration was left for the things or people I love. 

I am fucking happy and lucky to be sober and can’t wait for 2018. Bring it on. Xxxx❤️💗💛💖💚🧡