What this week has taught me

I’m trying to live more intentionally, part of that means planning, but it also means reflecting too. So I’d like to reflect on this past week and tell you what it has taught me.

This week taught me that version of yourself may not mirror how others see you

I think I’m pretty easy to read and that being a blogger leaves me very much an open book. I don’t have the time nor the attention span to lead a different version of myself on social media compared to my ‘real life’ but surprisingly not everyone thinks so. That was interesting to find out, I don’t think it necessarily means I need to do anything differently, it just proves that some people are naturally doubtful of what they see online, which is most probably pretty justified!

Some family members were upset with me for not announcing my pregnancy to them when I last saw them. Honestly, I hadn’t told my own parents yet as we were waiting for the 12 week mark and our first scan, yet they took it as a personal slight and a black mark on my personality. I only know this because it went through the grapevine and I was slightly upset because the version of myself that I see is a pretty open, easy to talk to one so it surprised me that they hadn’t felt able to just come and speak to me directly. See, how I see myself isn’t mirrored by others always.

I learnt that life is short

I’ve been so blessed and haven’t lost any close family or friends during my adult life. I’m blessed but this also makes me pretty scared of the time when it finally comes that someone I love, someone I’m close to leaves this earth. I don’t know how I’ll cope. Many much loved public figures have died in the last few weeks and it’s really brought home just how short life is and how we must try to make the most out of our time. I want to leave a legacy, both for my family but also on a much larger scale, just how I still don’t know, but it’s something I’m going to be giving much more thought to from now on.

It taught me to know my limits

I’m 22 weeks pregnant and still want to do everything myself. I’ve spent the last few days limping around with a swollen, possibly sprained ankle and a pulled muscle in my back. Obviously this is all self diagnosed because I couldn’t face trying to get a doctor’s appointment or potentially wasting the medical staff’s time and resources in a walk in centre / A&E over the Christmas break. Eitherway, it’s been a painful, slow few days. I’ve walked too much and done too much in general. I need to respect that my body is going through changes and to know my limits. Yes, it’s great to think I’m wonder woman but I’m not, at least not right now!

Also, I over did it trying to move home yesterday, I know I should have sat back and left well alone butI tried to be helpful but ended up with cramps and feeling pretty beaten up!

This week taught me that moving home is hard work

I thought I had everything in hand but after a day of lugging beds, tables and the like down flights of steps (not me personally) I’d say we’re only 50% done with the move. Honestly, I doubt we’ll be sorted this time next month! We need to buy a new loft bed for Princess as her new room is too small for her double bed, plus there’s some white goods we need to buy. Of course, life likes throwing unexpected lemons so the bed I’d planned to buy is no longer in stock, nor our second or third choices!

Even though the move isn’t going to plan, it’s still pretty exciting! The Mr has inherited a man cave (in the pic above) which will mean no more of me staring him down when he’s hogging the TV for Call of Duty or whatever Playstation game he’s playing.