It is that time again. A time for looking back and a time for looking forward.
2012 was a mixed year. Work was constantly stressful; I had a number of minor but frustrating physical injuries; there was a feeling of not being entirely in charge of my destiny. However there were good times. I loved the Olympics. We went to Iceland, Spain (many times), Italy, Greece, Turkey, Ukraine and Bulgaria. And of course we bought a house in Spain. I enjoyed games of golf and tennis. We had some good theatre and concert visits. And Andrew kept me sane.
2013 has the potential to be a difficult year. And also the potential to be a life-changing year in a positive way. I guess that all depends on whether I can take big decisions or whether I delay those decisions. Do I take the risks inherent in making those decisions, or take the safer way forward? I probably need to decide that within the first month of the year.
As for resolutions, most of those need to be ones I can reasonably achieve. And they are all based round my health and fitness. Less eating, less alcohol and more exercise. It sounds simple to say but it harder to actually do.
But I think if I can improve my health and well-being, I can then have the energy and drive to make the necessary decisions and to do so for my own sake rather than for the sake of others. I am not suggesting that I need to be selfish or self-centred but I do need to be self-reliant and more instinctive.
So lets confront issues and solve them. Onwards and upwards.
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
My favourite place in this part of Andalucia is the area around the lakes, north of El Chorro and just east of Ardales. We went up there on Christmas Eve and the scenery was spectacular - especially since the lakes were full and the surface was like a mirror with hardly a ripple. I took these photos.
Monday, 24 December 2012
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
I have just returned from Scotland in order to settle my 96 year-old father into a care home. He had another fall, was in hospital for a couple of weeks and now cannot return to his cottage. He needs 24 hour care. But his mind is as active as ever, so life in a care home with its lack of mental stimulation will be difficult for him. I will do my best to help, but from 600 miles away I cannot really alleviate his boredom.