December has a special place in my heart and it’s not just because it’s my birthday month. It’s my favourite time of the year and always makes me feel all warm and tingly. It’s full of festive cheer, sparkly lights and a lot of family time.
A few weeks ago we had a work party, where we sat on a boat, sipping wine in the sunshine. We got talking about success and what it meant for us and it got me thinking.
If you follow me anywhere on the Internet you may have noticed that Al and I are VERY proud owners of a pet bun. She is in fact treated like the Queen of the Coates family and our lives revolve around her. And, because we’ve had her for a good year now, I figured it’s about time I wrote a little somethin’ somethin’ on how she’s so much more than just cute to look at.
July was a monster of a month with several long weekends, my epic hen do and a water fight with a 5-year old.
Life is pretty insane at the moment with everything ramping up a gear. So when I’m at home in the evenings and the weekends I’m living life in the slow lane and embracing the small pleasures in life.
As we get closer and closer to the wedding, the months seem to fly by in a blur of family time, wedmin and barbecues. Not that I’m complaining…
May flew by in a whirlwind which saw me galavanting in Milan for work, spending all of my spare time with my family and celebrating a lot of birthdays. Let’s have a little look back at the highlights shall we.
I’ve not been feeling myself lately. I was struck down two weeks ago with a stomach bug which left my poorly tummy and IBS all over the place for well over a week. I felt tired all of the time and was completely disinterested in updating my blog. Instead I chose to spend all my weekends consumed with family to make me feel like myself again.
April’s been a funny old month that has come and gone so quickly, I’m not even sure I paused for a breath. I’ve had highs and lows, battled my anxiety and IBS and not really stopped for a break. I’ve also had some amazing highs, noted below, because I’m taking a moment to pat myself on the back for making it through the shit storm.