My 2015 Time Capsule
Today is my birthday. I felt like I didn’t tell enough people my age last year. You know, like when you turn twelve, and then immediately tell everyone you’re twelve everywhere you go? Maybe twelve is too old for this example, kids are cooler way younger these days, twelve year olds probably have more instagram followers than me. Say eight. Regardless, now it’s my birthday I feel like I wasted that opportunity last year and will endeavour to tell people my age more this year.
Side-note. I was very uncool as an early teen, who am I kidding, as a teenager all together. Adolescents these days should be very grateful they’re somehow not subject to the awkward pubescent phase that all older generations went through. Someone just posted this picture on my facebook. I was fourteen. Seriously?! My shirt says FABULOUS… how ironic.
Twenty-eight felt strange to write. I always remember my mum being thirty-three. I don’t know why, but that’s just the age I remember telling people she was. I’m sure I told people she was thirty-three for about ten years, but now it feels very strange to me, that I will be thirty-three in five years. My mum is thirty-three! Not me!
Anyway, I don’t write a diary. To be honest at this is about the only personal writing I have of my life. So I thought I would make it easy (and far more economical) if my great-great-grandchildren, in years to come, ever want to research my life at age 28 in 2015, and save them the trouble of going through ancestry.com. This is your one stop shop for everything you wanted to know about Nanna (I think I’d quite like to be a nanna rather than a grandma).
I don’t like tomatoes. I have tried. I can’t do it. It’s the texture. I love tomato sauce and occasionally cooked tomato, just raw, makes me vom.
I always write ‘exercise’ on my to-do list, with the intention to do it about 20% of the time (and actually do it, maybe 5% of the time).
I’m a to-do list junkie. On paper, not an app. I’m far less likely to lose a piece of paper than delete a file. Each to their own. Give me some heavy stock paper and a pretty pen anyday.
Brown and white are my favourite colours. Sorry to not be more outrageous.
All of a sudden I like scented candles, and have them on in my house every night, which is brilliant because I’ve got so many stored from gifts.
My life is a constant juggle, between my girls, my husband, The Smile Factory, this blog, washing, organising the house we’re building,and socialising, and I usually neglect things like housework, sleep and shaving my legs.
Cooking is one of my favourite pastimes. In an old Grey’s Anatomy episode I remember Issy saying (paraphrasing of course); that so many things in this life are unpredictable and it doesn’t matter what sort of day you’ve had you can come home, and follow a recipe and the cake will always happen.
I can’t believe how perfect my kids are and how much I love them. I was never a kid-person before these girls, now I’m besotted with them and all of their friends.
I’m still madly in love with my husband, we don’t even try, it just happens. I think he’s a genius and even though in so many ways we’re different, we’re the same in a lot too, and we just get each other.
I would like to be a writer, I don’t really know what that looks like, maybe it’s here, maybe one day I’ll write a book. Technically I already wrote a book, just no publishers were interested. I am almost finished my grad-dip in writing, but we’ll see.
For the first time in two years, the other day I saw a plane take off and had the desire to jump back on it. Something that used to burn in me, and then after 25 flights with babies, fizzled out.
I want to go to Antarctica so badly. It’s the main place I haven’t been that I’d like to go to.
Here is a list of the places I’ve lived: Ipswich, Brisbane, Sydney, London, Nanango, Auckland, Adelaide and soon the Gold Coast. As much as I’ve loved them all, I’d be happy for the list not to grow too much longer too quickly.
I think those are the questions, as shallow as they might seem, that I would like to ask my great-great grandmother. And I think it would be nice to see a picture of me before I age beyond recognition of any human that ever walked upright. So there you have it great-grandchildren of the future. Make sure you give my hairy chin a peck in eighty years pls xoxo