This post has been swimming around in my head for some time. I did not want to jump on the ‘organising in 2012’ bandwagon, I have done that too many times before. I did not want to make promises that I probably wouldn’t keep. I did not want to focus on one word, though that one word seems to sum up where I am going. Instead, I wanted to think about one important thing – success. What does success look like to me?
I have ideas running around in my head, images, plans. But I have yet to form a vision board showing what success means to me. But as these ideas have percolated, I realised that I am already meeting some of the criteria that demonstrate success to me. I am living in the house that I love, in an area that I love. That I am slowly transforming into the beauty that I desire, with the decor to match. My children are currently receiving the education that I envisage for them, even to the point that my daughter is going to a school that offers the Middle Years Programme of the International Baccalaureate. I have had nothing but praise for the school my son has attended for the last 2 years. And although I would love a new car (who wouldn’t), I love both of our cars – I am equally happy driving the Odyssey or the Jazz.
My shop, a work in progress, is exactly where I need it to be today, but tomorrow… it is heading in the direction I want it to go. I am working towards my dream of being able to earn a similar income to what I do as a teacher, while working full time in The Needlework Boutique.
I have started taking steps to attain the weight and dress size that I desire to be, and I have started with decluttering and cleaning my house in earnest. I hope to be able to take a photo of the front room and the study by Monday night to show you a wonderful, inviting place to sit and read, or to work.
My one desire – I prefer this to goal – is to have my house looking absolutely gorgeous by Christmas, as we are hosting one, possibly two family Christmas parties this year.
P.S. I still have a couple of posts to finish from January – the time got away on me.