Hello, and welcome to the first IBOT of 2016! Did you miss us over the last two weeks?
I missed you guys. This was the first time we’ve taken a two week break from IBOT, and I think it was necessary and good. I had a wonderful time at the beach for Christmas and New Year’s and got to the point where I missed blogging again. After a few moments towards the end of last year where I wondered if I was done with it, that was a nice surprise.
Being the first post of the year, it would be somewhat remiss of me to not talk about what 2016 has in store; after all, that’s what all the good bloggers are doing. Unfortunately, I turned into the Grinch who stole New Year’s this year, so wasn’t overly excited about the change in date.
It all started on December 31st (obviously), when my nine-year-old came to me and declared somewhat dramatically, ‘I don’t want the year to end!’
‘Why?’ I asked surprised.
‘I liked this year!’
‘What did you like about it?’
‘I don’t know! I just liked it!’ I nodded my head and like all good parents, pointed her towards all manner of positive internet memes about the best being yet to come and the awesomeness of 2016.
Except I didn’t do that at all because gushy internet memes drive me nuts (and she’s nine), and instead told her that years change and that there would be good things ahead. And I may have mentioned that the best is yet to come because that was written on her pyjamas, and while gushy and meme-like, I do believe that to be true.
Fast forward about 12 hours and the sun is setting on New Year’s Eve and 2015 and suddenly I’m having my own emotional farewell moment. Although that was based less on missing the year that had all but gone, and trepidation at the one yet to come. (Also, and because we all have weird little things that we should never admit to anyone, I prefer numbers divisible by 5 over numbers divisible by 4 (for the most part anyway), so 2016 just doesn’t have as nice a ring to it as its predecessor.)
You see 2016, is a whole new season for this little duck. My youngest person goes to full-time school, and I retire from my job of the last not-quite-13 years, of Stay at Home Mum. It’s been a great ride that has awarded me tenure but unfortunately doesn’t bring the best retirement package.
Instead, I am forced — and a little excited — to become useful to society in a different way. The way of part-time employment.
I’ve been aware of this for a while (obviously), and because of this, I had a plan. A plan that has now become a little more complicated since that lovely decision of TAFE SA, made at the end of last year.
This is the part of the post where I would normally launch into a public and justifiable rant regarding TAFE SA’s choice to make finishing the Advanced Diploma a virtual impossibility. However I won’t, because I see little point and as a class group we are already taking action to see if the decision can be overturned.
What I will say, is that because of the whole big mess, I’ve been a little bit at a loss for what I’m doing this next year. I mean, it’s not like I had everything set in concrete, but I had a pretty good idea. Having a large part of that idea suddenly up for grabs is a little bit unsettling. Especially when things are already looking a little unsettled.
So come late evening on December 31st, I was suddenly panicking and feeling like I had reverted to a fresh-faced seventeen-year-old, just finished my NTCE and being told that my dream for after school is not plausible. In that situation, I simply took the first suggestion the first person I saw gave me and attempted to pursue a career I had never considered before.
It obviously didn’t go well.
Thankfully, the wisdom that comes with being a couple *cough cough* of years older than seventeen, means that while it would have been tempting to ask anyone what I should do next (even Siri) I didn’t. Because despite the change of date and the fact that in a few short weeks all the kids will be at school together, I know that not a lot actually changes between December and January. I certainly didn’t.
So while TAFE may make an advanced diploma impossible, it can’t take away my ability to learn for the next eighteen months, and gain invaluable writing skills. Which, less face it, is what I wanted the most from the silly course anyway.
And so I resisted the urge to write sarcastic, pessimistic comments on every New Year’s post that came up on my facebook feed, questioning how anyone would know that 2016 would be their best year yet, and in true Ebenezer Scrooge form (yes I did just mix literary examples), I chose to ignore the whole thing altogether.
Any day is a chance to change, or a chance to stay committed and focused to what you decided to be committed and focused on. Or to. That’s a terrible sentence, yes, but it’s as inspirational as I’m getting this year. Or at least, today.
Tomorrow anything can change.
Happy New Year.
How was your New Year’s?
Are you feeling all inspired for 2016?