It’s that time of the year again. The time when Elf on the Shelf runs Facebook, christmas puddings simmer on the stove, and bloggers start doing their yearly recap post. Because, let’s face it, can you really be a blogger if you don’t do a yearly recap post?
Well yes, of course. I just like it. 🙂
So with that being said, here is the Essentially Jess year in review.
Started with me wondering what on earth to be when I grow up, which was in part inspired by last years desire for something new and adventurous. Whilst it seemed it would be more of the ‘same old same old,’ the world quickly turned Upside Down when Boatman commenced a fly in fly out position in a place called Bing Bong of all things. Thankfully I had Boatpillow and Bridget Jones to keep me sane.
I was little miss emo to begin with, but I soon found solace in asking the big questions. Namely, ‘which Peppa Pig Character are you?’ I also told the story of the cat I was desperate to get rid of, all whilst keeping a rather big secret. The fact that we had made the decision to can Bing Bong, skip town and move to South Australia.
The last post in February saw us driving down the highway with a gorgeous double rainbow to lead the way.
Crazily enough, we took the cat.
Saw me try to replicate the success of Bridget Jones with far less flair, but you get that. I learnt the importance of discovering correct South Australian road etiquette, had my 31st birthday, declared my love for flat pack furniture, and contemplated all the change that had occurred in such a small time.
Was all about Jess. Or not really.
I decided I was a pretty dodgy mum, whilst also espousing all the wonders of motherhood. I alternated between deep thoughts, such as listening to the whispers of your heart, and trying to find a really good fish and chip shop. Both, of which can be argued to be pretty darn important. I admitted the conversations I have with myself, and also, thankfully, survived being attacked by a Zombie Ant.
Saw the weather cooling down, and as such I had to desire which celebrity I was going to take my winter style from. Funnily enough later in the month, I would be questioning my eldest child’s choice of style in a snap-back hat. Speaking of offspring, I wrote a letter, with my Mother’s Day checklist, and it all went very smoothly thank goodness. I was still questioning what to do with my life, but thankfully the series final of How I Met Your Mother (sob), and the return of Grey’s Anatomy distracted me from my lack of direction.
Is the start of birthday season around here, and thus it was filled with birthday celebrations. From my three point plan to party planning (say that fast ten times in a row), to my own home made downloadable minecraft invitations. (Which have not really been that click worthy sadly.) We bid farewell to some of the #teamIBOT ladies, and once again I was quizzing you all. This time on whether Camping is for you. We talked about my hatred of lateness, how to be a fashion blogger, and whether Blogging was kind of the same as standing in a room and yelling at people.
Was all about writing.
Well not really, but a little bit. First I confessed why I write better than I talk (which might actually be terrifying to some), and then I went on to say that I didn’t think I was actually a proper writer. Which I followed up with by saying how writing is just what I do.
It was clearly a contrary month.
We said goodbye to the last of Darwin when we realised Rainbow School wasn’t around any more. And we welcomed in the Port Lincoln Health system with the sad realisation that there is nothing Grey’s Anatomy like about this country practice. I interviewed my husband, and then had an in-depth conversation with him regarding the difference in male/female libido’s.
I had great fun introducing the Not Quite Princess. In parts one, two and three. We talked about the need for tea and cakes, visited the hospital again, and celebrated six months of SA living by realising that it’s not all that different from home.
I also asked the very serious question: would you ever eat floor pie?
Brought out the unromantic in both Boatman and I, and also saw me fail colossally at Father’s day. Both events may have unknowingly leant to me questioning our marriage based on toothpaste consumption.
I talked about actual big issues; the crisis in Syria and Iraq being pretty important to me.
And it was time for the annual wrap up of #teamIBOT, where I questioned just how well you know them.
Opened with me flicking the switch. It would end up being great fodder to in the book I would write when I decided to join NaNoWriMo. I wrote an ode to Mojo and made a commitment to my blog, which means my romantic bone may not be completely dead and buried yet. I also downloaded Time Hop which proved that I’m kinda lame more than anything else. 🙂
Or November as other’s might know it, was all about the story.
Which leads us to,
This month I’ve come full circle, with that whole ‘growing up’ debacle, and decided to just keep believing. I’ve seen my babies grow, shared my heart and my story, paid homage to Dr Seuss, and as a nation we’ve mourned the tragedy of the Sydney Siege.
I’ll be rounding up the year on Tuesday with a Christmas post, and from there, it’s anyone’s guess.
This year has shown me you can get through anything so long as you keep believing, keep cherishing the moments, keep finding the joy, and keep doing what you love.
It’s also shown me I blog a LOT. 🙂
And I’m actually really glad that I do.
How’s your year been?
Linking for the last time in 2014, with Grace.