A work in progress

I’ve come to the conclusion that my life is a work of progress.

There has been steady progress in most areas, but nothing seems quite finished, including myself.

Works in progress:

  • Our number of family members. We are still hoping to have another baby, after terminating a Down Syndrome pregnancy earlier this year. One child is not enough, even though he is already a lot of work. 😛 It will always feel as if someone is missing from our family group if we don’t have another child. The little man also needs a brother or a sister and I can just see him as the loving older brother who gives his sibling the occasional smack.
  • The house and garden. Great progress has recently been made on the garden and it has become a quiet and relaxing retreat (as well as play area). This has encouraged me to want to sort out the messy house as well. Main problem being that we seem to have too much crap with too little storage space. The husband has started working on this challenge by building me a ginormous bookcase. Other people probably won’t amass enough books to fill it in a lifetime, but I can see myself doing so fairly soon. 😛 Now I just need to put him to work building storage cupboards for our granny flat, which I want to turn into a study/office area.
  • I feel like I’m in career limbo at the moment. I want to continue my studies and I have an idea for a business, which is a long-term goal and which requires me to upskill myself. However, I first need to know what’s going to happen in my immediate work future as this will also partly influence how I structure my studies. Hopefully clarity comes soon.
  • And I want to lose weight, eventually…
  • Ewan – potty training to start this weekend. Watch this space. 😛
  • Luckily my husband is perfect and adorable, no improvements needed. 🙂

So, while I’m actually a bit of a control freak who wants to finish projects, I’ve come to realise (probably with age) that life is mostly a work in progress and that this is fine. One should enjoy the journey, even the minor irritations and mishaps on the way. It’s when your life becomes stagnant, with no growth and no love, that you need to worry.

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