Sometime about a year ago I was posting a whole lot of goals I hoped to achieve. Some were ambitious and some would look like no-brainers to most people. Some were location-specific and hence stopped being relevant over the summer. Some were supplanted in time/energy terms by the big fuck-off move we did at the start of September. So, it's been a mixed bag.
I did not get a tattoo (needed to save money for the move), try out for roller derby (by the time my busy phase ended I didn't want to make a new commitment in Stirling), make homebrew, go to a climbing wall or do much of a range of fitness classes. I didn't do very much at all on the fiction front. The more hyperbolic I am about resolving to do that, the less I actually do. I didn't keep to the 3 coffee rule every day. I probably didn't load the dishwasher straight after every meal.
I did go to
aerial hoop and
acrobalance classes and keep going for several months. I did drastically reduce my clothing and book collections. I did give running another go, albeit not a serious one. I did buy and usually remember to take vitamins. I did submit two papers to journals, one more successfully than the other.
And I did things that weren't on the list because I didn't imagine them being likely a year ago. I found out I could write a lecture each week on something that isn't my research topic. I kept my shit together for a cross-country move with all the uncertainties that brings. I adjusted to a new living and working environment, neither of which are without challenges. I did my first large-scale lectures. I planned out a module from scratch for January.
And now it's time to figure out some new challenges!