The Year Ahead

January 2, 2012 § 61 Comments

I have this tremendous sense that the year ahead stretches out before me a bit like a road in Paris, Texas, Ry Cooder soundtrack and all, and is holding, well, not much really.  I am the dustball just loafing across the endless empty tarmac to the haunting guitar twang, buffeted by the windy will of Fate.  Of course, that is not to say nothing is going to happen.  It will.  But quite what?  Who the fuck knows?

I look at my diary and I am no opera singer, booked up to the gills for the next five years and knowing that I am to be at La Scala on such and such a night in half a decade’s time.  I haven’t got a single thing in my new one year diary, except the date that the children have a dental appointment – which in terms of my Texan road analogy and event, constitutes little more than a one-shack gas station manned by an nonagenarian offering me a can of out of date Dr Pepper – and One Man, Two Guvnors with them for a treat at the end of the month.  BF’s 50th birthday dinner in February – not the Oasis Motel with a date night in progress, but definitely the Oasis Motel with comfort food, hospitality, and plenty of Have a Nice Dayyy!  A spot at a literary festival a while later.  A book to write?  If so, a date with my own self-discipline, which can alas prove as elusive as Smidgen and Long Shot and any number of mixed-message-y men.

If I were true to my word, I might fill a few days with trawling the internet for husbands, but I am going to procrastinate on that particular one for a little while longer, just because.  A friend of mine swears by Bikram yoga; he has lost, I swear, fifteen years and considerably more pounds doing it.  Looks like a completely new person.  All handsome and happy.  I might take it up.  I mean if ever there was an inspiration!  Though it sounds like a bit of a slog, and I have never been keen on heat.  So perhaps a bit of procrastination on that one is also in order (though I have been procrastinating on it ever since he told me about it, over a year ago now).

Anyway, going home today.  Therefore, time to get back to serious work and to generating some kind of fun during the wintery months ahead, even working up a bit of a Bikram sweat and toned body and mind  – and husband? (Joke!) – in the process.

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§ 61 Responses to The Year Ahead

  • AnonW says:

    Anyway, I wish you a very happy new year. I hope the same for myself, as I haven’t had a good year since 2006, what with the death of my wife in 2007 and my son’s illness in 2009 followed by his death in 2010. I did have my stroke in 2010 too, but hey I’m a London mongrel, built like the Aldgate Sphinx and although 2011 was bad what with the death of one of my best friends, 2012 can’t be worse.

    • The Plankton says:

      Dear AnonW, I REALLY hope you have a wonderful 2012. After all you’ve had in the past few years, you deserve it. Px

      • AnonW says:

        At least now, most of my problems are solvable. I have pain in my jaw from where a tooth was removed three weeks ago, that needs a little help from my dentist, a left arm that is suffering from RSI, that my physio can sort and and hay fever, which I used to have as a child in London and I’ve picked up on return. It could be a lot worse. But I don’t dwell on it and just look for something nice to cook for myself.

      • Lydia says:

        You have to look on the bright side.It’s all we can all do. I would argue it’s a morally better course to do so too. People should force themselves to do so.

    • MissM says:

      I definitely wish you a very happy 2012 AnonW, that is indeed a run of less than good years to say the least. Sometimes having nothing at all happen in a year is a good thing after all, since it at least that means that nothing bad has happened either. I’m rather hoping you will have lots of good things happen this year though to make up for that last run of bad ones.

    • ToneDeafSinger says:

      I really hope thinkgs start looking up for you AnonW, from now on.

  • Joules says:

    Dear Ms P.

    Can understand your puting off the trawling the internet – I am putting that off too. Have to admit to loving Ry Cooder and growing up north of Texas but in a very similar landscape I realy miss the prairies – where you can see the curvature of the earth as the sky seems to be a large bowl of blue stretched over you. Your insignificance in the midst of that brings some kind of comfort. Speaking of Wim Wenders – have you seen the original Wings of Desire – much better than the hollywood version?

    I am getting on with “being more organised” this year. So I have a happy afternoon of cleaning out the kitchen cupboards in front of me. Not sure how long this will last (probably just until the end of the week but at least I will have clean cupboards for a while). At the danger of sounding like Lydia – more useful than spending time on an internet dating site.

  • MissBates says:

    Happy New Year, Plankton! I do hope 2012 brings you to a lush garden rather than a barren Texan dust bowl, and champagne rather than flat Dr. Pepper!

  • Margaux says:

    Lovely evocative post, P….

    This line is just fabulous:
    “I am the dustball just loafing across the endless empty tarmac to the haunting guitar twang, buffeted by the windy will of Fate”

    I love the hopeful blank canvas of a new diary. As you say, anything could happen.
    Empty pages just waiting for us to splash our lives all over them.
    (Mine includes a dental appointment and not much else right now, too!)

    AnonW – sincere wishes for a better year ahead. You do indeed deserve one. x

  • Lydia says:

    Ah the dustball line… well that got me going of course. I believe in action, not words. You set a series of goals for the year and you achieve them. Most women (and men) are more limited by limitations they put on themselves in terms of achievements, career, money and other things too than by antyihng within themselves.

    There is nothign special about me except that since I was abotu 10 I have had lists of things to achieve and do. I even ticked off buy my own desert island in 2005. If you don’t set the goal and act nothing happens.

    Also there is a very important gender issue here. Far far too many women are totally passive. Life happens to them. Their father gives them away in marriage. Their husband keeps them. They serve and men decide and achieve. We need to change that and every woman on here needs to make it their 2012 goal to do their best to change that if not for her own sake but for the sake of her daughters.

    The old saying – procastination if the thief of time needs to be dusted down and repeated. My diary is crammed with work and home stuff right through to December 2012 We haven’t quite booked the skiing holiday for next year but plans are afoot etc. I often say the only reason i wrote 30 books was that I simply made myself sit down and type when other people would have spent that weekend morning in bed or doing their nails. Most of success is effort rather than talent.

    All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well, as said Julius of Norwich all those years ago. Another female optimist in her day after my own heart.

    Act, not moan I suggest be the clarion call to people in the UK. We are nation of moaners. If an English person sees someone with a nice car they want to burn it down. if an American does they think wow if I work hard I could buy one of those,.

    (Joule, no harm in sounding like me. I get told I’m a role model all the time which is amusing as I’m just a person like anyone else riven with faults).

  • Lydia says:

    PS I just checked, Julian of Norwich wrote the first book by a woman in English Good for her. Died in 1416.

  • Steve says:

    Lydia,

    Women serve men decide? Buy a desert island? English people burn cars?!!

    Do us all a favour and stay off the Christmas sherry. And if you’re so damn busy, how come you find the time to contribute here? What with your packed social diary and the 30 sequels to write.

    People are limited by life – the dental appointment, the service & MOT, painting the kitchen, the kids birthday party, holding down a job – these things might be mundane to someone on her own desert island but it doesn’t mean they can be avoided. And if finding someone fabulous has to be added to that list, then so be it; we’ll get round to ticking that off one day as well.

    But, in the meantime, give us a break,,,,,,,,,,,

    • Lydia says:

      Now, now, Steve
      I’m super human obviously…..

      Are you telling me you don’t own an island? Gosh, I couldn’t possibly consort with you.

      I don’t drink. It’s why my life is better than that of many others. I am lucky but to an extent I make my own luck.

      The best bit is not the island, not the career. It is good mental healthy and internal happiness.

    • ToneDeafSinger says:

      Burn cars!!! I think Lydia (who, I guess, is French) was referring to the “tall poppy syndrome”. These days I tend to skip her posts as I find them long and tedious, but having spotted the mention on burning cars in Steve’s post, I had to go and read this one.

  • Margaux says:

    Dear Lydia. You are an inspiration – and a pain in the arse.

    There is an implied judgement in all your postings that we plankton are just being swept along in the tide of life, allowing ourselves to be buffeted by whatever washes over us.

    There are many ‘voices’ here. Smart, funny, insightful women – all ages, from all walks of life. Our Blog Mistress is delightfully erudite and literate.
    The desire for social interaction and a partner in whatever shape or form is a basic human need. Do not berate us for wanting that because you have been damaged by the experience of your marriage. Who wants to sit alone on a desert island?
    (Regardless of whether you own it or not?)

    Deep down everyone knows that nothing changes unless we make it change. It’s the sharing of experiences, thoughts, opinions -and also frustrations that makes this blog a joy and a haven. I don’t detect any passivity here.

    Yes, you are obviously a resounding success. But quite frankly your life sounds bloody exhausting. But then you tell us you like to stay quietly at home while dismissing others for having a social life. It doesn’t add up.

    You are obviously driven by the experiences that have happened to you. It is interesting that you have been a list making achiever since the age of 10. (Mother’s or father’s influence? I would guess father)
    But not everyone wants to run around like a headless chicken with no time to think. I have a friend like you. I always wonder what she is running away from.

    Just sayin’ .

    • Lydia says:

      We cannot have an assumption that it is a father’s influence that there will be lists. That is sexism at its very worst of which we need to rid the planet.

      If you were all of one voice (if we were) and it was all oh wow is me, there are no decent men, we will be dried up old spinsters for life putting on a brave face because we do not have the pleasures of the marital bed or whatever it would be a duller place.

      i am a good counterpoint. Islands don’t cost much. We all have those things that matter to us and for me it was a lot of children and indeed men – despite an unhappy marriage I have been lucky enough to have good relationships with men. I like men. I am not someone who has chosen to eschew them in any sense. I just think you can be happy without and with one and that too many women put their all into relationships as if that were all a woman can really have and hope for rather than it simply be part of an overall life.

      My life is not exhausting. It’s fun and I have much more time in silent contemplation I suspect (which I like) than many. You don’t write a lot of books (and I’m not a writer, it’s just an unlucrative side line) if you’re always out at parties. I run from nothing and know myself and what I need and start 2012 particularly happy. If you felt you had found the key to happiness you would want to share it and thus I continue to write.

    • MissM says:

      Excellent post Margeax, every word of it is superb. Pity Lydia probably wont understand any of it.

      Wanting a partner is perfectly normal and natural, as is sharing experiences, thoughts and opinions with others. Humans are social creatures and that is how we socialise. Sharing our stories, whether they be good or bad, and finding threads from other’s stories that match our own is what makes us feel like part of the human race, as opposed to something hovering above it looking on with derision.

      Lydia a role model, ha, well not mine I am afraid, nothing at all about her life appeals to me. I suspect people tell her she is a role model in an effort to get her to shut up and go away. As Rosie said in her post yesterday she has a “total lack of empathy, humour and self awareness” so she may well not realise that people are saying one thing to her face and another thing altogether behind her back.

  • MissBates says:

    Lydia has stated she stays quietly at home reading most evenings, eschewing the vain social round that our Plankton-in Chief (and indeed I
    myself) pursue and often enjoy, and yet on the other hand her 2012 calendar is already booked up to the gills with the scorned social and professional commitments.

    At the risk of annoying other commenters, I confess that I am many of the things that Lydia claims to be — I’m highly educated, I’ve worked very hard, and have achieved a good measure of financial success. I live in one of the world’s great cities, and am lucky enough to be able to afford to enjoy much that is on offer. I’m active in the cultural life of the city and I serve on the boards of several major arts organizations. I’ve been profiled in national newspapers here in the States as well as in the U.K. thanks to my professional achievements. I travel abroad several times a year. (Yes, folks, I even ski!) I’ve published one paltry book that of course pales in comparison to Lydia’s literary achievements. Thirty books! (I think I am not alone in saying I am very curious to know what these books might be . . . ) I’m even thin and reasonably attractive and have a killer wardrobe. I don’t own a desert island, but I do own an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan with a river view.

    And yet, and yet: I’m still a plankton, with no expectations whatsoever. I have officially given up, as I have said before. And Lydia is full of sh*t.

    • Margaux says:

      MissBates! If I wasn’t straight I’d ask you to marry me! 😉

    • MsHaversham to be says:

      Miss Bates, thank you for making me laugh. Having been to New York (what a fantastic city) and working in the legal profession (as I think you do too) I can understand your decision to not bother with men. Please excuse my presumption here but it’s definitely not you; men in the legal profession are dreadful over here and I can’t imagine it’s any better in NY. In fact the men I’ve seen there look like smug b******s and you’d need your head read to bother with one of those.

      Besides, Blahniks are much better!

      • Chris says:

        Okayyyyyy….but given that the Plankton premise is all about finding a man….why are people like you here deriding men and proudly proclaiming the desirability of not persuing relationships with them ??? Kind of a mismatch. As for Blahniks…..omg, sooo Sex and the City, and that is a little passe now I think !!!

    • MissM says:

      I’d be very surprised if you could annoy anyone who reads your posts Miss Bates, they are always so beautifully written, thoughtful, considerate and funny when you intend them to be funny. I am sure most people reading this page would consider you one of their favourite commentators, I do at any rate.

      Thanks for pointing out to Lydia that just because we don’t have staff and own our own island all our lives are not therefore that of Dickensian street urchins. I am sure we all fall somewhere on a wide spectrum. We are certainly not all waiting for her suggestions on entering medical school, or starting gutter cleaning services, or whatever. I think it unlikely any of us will respond to her ideas with ‘oh why didn’t I think of that, I’ll rush out now and get started on it right away’.

      We have lives of our own Lydia, we’d just like to add a loving partner to those lives and if that wont happen, so be it, but that doesn’t mean we can’t come here and share our frustrations with others who feel the same.

    • T Lover says:

      Here, in the UK, a High Court Judge is setting up an enquiry as to why this is the busiest day of the divorce lawyer’s year. Message: mend it. Don’t break your family over a silly argument about who burnt the Christmas pudding.

      Is that Mr Ironwood’s message? At least in part?

      Point two. Aren’t you the girl who has everything – except happiness? Material things and professional success don’t always make you happy.

      Giving, loyal friends. Far better than being materially rich. Some of the poorer communities in this stupid world are also the happiest.

      • AnonW says:

        My late wife was a barrister, who dealt with a lot of divorce. Once we had a big row over Christmas but we sorted it and laughed, as she said, that there wouldn’t be any decent lawyers available for months, due to the holiday period.

        But then we did have one miserable New Year wndering whether a body on a Norfolk beach was one of her clients. Luckily it wasn’t.

        MissM said that wanting a partner and sharing experiences is a pretty normal thing to do. Isn’t that what we’re doing now?

      • T Lover says:

        AnonW,

        I have read your comments before. My guess is that you miss your wife bad – sorry.

        Yes, for me reading the rainbow of comments and laughing at some of the absurd things, preconceptions women (some of the women) come out with is cathartic.

        But there is there a substitute for a lazy Sunday morning in bed with someone you love – and a cup of tea?

        Sorry to spoil the poignancy of your comment but I was trying to blunderbuss two or three of the commentators.

        The reasons for separation are often trivial differences. We don’t try hard enough. Material wealth does not always bring happiness or make you a nice person. Mr Ironwood is loathsome but some of his arguments were sound.

    • Lydia says:

      I don’t have social events through to December 2012. I have work things. I suppose we will be putting in family holidays and family events. I don’t think I do contradict myself.

      I stay at home fufilling my duties as mother, loading the dishwasher and talking to my children much more than staying home reading.

      (I wouldn’t want to name the books)

      There is no reason Miss Bates couldn’t find a man. May be America is harder I suppose. There are certainly men in London. I spoke to one today.

      Perhaps we should look at why I thought he might be okay and others might not. Why would i regard him as suitable and someone on here might not who is often single?

      – Slightly younger
      – Looks fine to me (no hair though)
      – has a very young child (which is fine with me as I like babies)
      – probably doesn’t earn too much but that doesn’t matter unless you want a meal ticket

      • Elle says:

        “There are certainly men in London. I spoke to one today.” Was it the pizza delivery boy or the binman? In fairness one shouldn’t dismiss men like this. They’re not afraid to do what it takes to earn a crust. Indeed, one of the most successful men I know worked as a binman for a while after he left school.

      • AnonW says:

        There are men in London. There’s one here, but then I may be too old for most of you. On the other hand, I have been successful and can do most of the useful things in life. I can even put most IKEA furniture together by myself! The one thing I definitely can’t do is swim. Although, because of the stroke I had, I’m not allowed to drive. But hey, who needs to in London, when you live alone.

    • Redbookish says:

      Miss Bates — beautiful! And a familiar tale to me (although I’m in the UK). It’s what someone said– was it Gloria Steinem ? “We have become the men we’d like to marry”

      If I were a man, I’d be a real catch: I look about 10 years younger than my age, I’m a high-ish earner, a (multiple) property owner (altho’ nothing so grand as an apt on the UES!), work in an esteemed & satisfying profession, travel a lot, have published several books, am held in affection by my family and friends. I’m cheerful, good company, and kind. I definitely don’t languish in the way Lydia seems to think women like me do.

      But all these things actually seem to work against me. It’s OK being an Alpha male, but death to be an Alpha female.

      Ah well. I get on fine day to day, and try not to think about the future too much, except for planning my next travels, theatre tickets, book writing schedule.

      Ms Plankton writes so well about the tumbleweed. I have trained myself not to think about it, but it’s good to be reminded every now and again.

  • Margaux says:

    Fair play to you Lydia. I applaud you for never rising to the bait and always answering any criticism in a considered manner.

    My guess was not based on sexism – even if it looks that way to you, merely on my own experience and a look back at history.
    In my 50s, I am of the generation whose fathers would be ambitious for us while our mothers looked after the home. My father bribed me through school to always do well and was ambitious for me in a way that I could never hope to live up to – while my mother’s hopes were that I would be happy however I turned out.

    I have many friends of my age with a similar story. One has just passed her law degree at 55 through the Open University. Her mother ( in her 80s) cannot understand why she even bothered. Don’t judge her mother. It’s outside her experience. We are all the sum of our upbringing and influences.

    As you have small children – I guess you are younger than me. So obviously all this is probably mystifying to you.

    For what it’s worth, I agree you can be happy with or without a man.But they are different forms of happiness. And it’s true – no other person can be responsible for that. But if you seek intimacy, love and friendship with a significant other – well, what’s wrong with that?

    • AJ says:

      Not quite sure how young Lydia’s children are but one of them was earning £60k in her first job, so maybe not quite as young as you would think, unless of course, she’s a child genuis (which is probably the case) given her mother’s not inconsiderable achievements (tongue firmly in cheek) which we are reminded constantly!

      Sorry Lydia, but it doesn’t all add up to me either…

      • Lydia says:

        I don’t want to be identified so I can’t really give precise ages. I certainly don’t lie. The oldest is indeed as AJ has described and the youngest are at prep school. I come from a line of strong working women from a non sexist background. My grandmother worked in the 1920s. Her mother worked.

        My points about keeping busy meaning you don’t dwell on things it’s a bit self indulgent to dwell upon etc are good ones whatever your income level.

        I don’t agree that there are different types of happiness. Happiness is about the balance of chemicals in the brain, about things like seratonin and beta endorphins and those are at the right levels when you are happy. You might achieve that state whether in a relationship with a man, woman or single.

        I don’t agree with the High Court judge, by the way. When women had no money and power they had to stay married even when very unhappy and abused. Indeed in many countries there only out from marriage is death by chip pan fire. Increased divorce can be a huge good for children and parents.

        The female careers/income stuff is nothing like my major message. You can be happy whatever your circumstances and you can attract a man even if you are living on relative poverty and even if perniciously living on male earnings from an ex husband, perish the thought.

      • T Lover says:

        Lydia,

        This divorce by chip pan fire – surely that’s only when they’ve been battered?

  • june says:

    I think maybe we all look for a relationship that works for us and if we cant find one, then we will not bother.

    Sometimes i cant understand why it is so impossible to meet anyone then i look at some relationships i know of and think well i wouldnt put up with that.

    You do have to want the same things out of life,and the happiest couples i know do and the unhappiest dont. For instance a very social person needs another social person, otherwise it really is a no starter. Sadly i find most men of my age very unsocial, most seem to have given up on living, as well as letting themselves go,so what do i do, i feel light years removed from them,and younger men, well in my neck of woods dont want to know, mind you here, lots of younger men seem old before their time. Id love to think my planktonhood will be over for 2012 but i seriously have my doubts, as i can see no way of meeting anyone.

  • AMJ says:

    ’tis the season to be jolly well up your own arse, by the look of some of these comments.

    Good luck for a happier 2012, AnonW – looks like you’ve been through the mill.

    Nice word picture, P. But look – blank canvas and all that, especially with Italy beckoning in al its glory.

    • AnonW says:

      Thanks AMJ. I still do go through the mill to a certain extent, in that I’m a transvestite-by-proxy (my late wife’s phrase, by the way!), so when I walk through the shops, I see clothes that would have suited her and she’s not there to even try them on. I do have a few female friends, who have taken me shopping for my views, but most now seem to have got past the shopping phase of their lives.

      • MissM says:

        What a shame AnonW, that you have no one on which to use that talent, especially when that talent is so rare in a man. I do hope the stars align this year and perhaps there will be some lucky plankton who will brighten your life and you hers. Surely your female friends can play matchmaker, or have you found yourself in the only part of the world where there are no plankton women? (Is there even such a place? There are so many plankton women where I live I just assume they exist in that proportion everywhere.)

      • AnonW says:

        Perhaps my upbringing was a bit unusual in that my father taught me everything about cars, carpentry and ketterpress printing and my mother taught me how to make clothes and cook. one thing i do know is that I have a very strong sense of the 3D and this helped me a lot as an engineer. But it also helped me when shopping with my late wife, that i could take a dress of a hanger and it would fit her and she would often like it.

        I think I was just born lucky in some things, but very unlucky in others.

      • Lydia says:

        Women love that. Advertise it on your dating profiles. Surely the fact you can help or even buy their clothes and make them look good would be such an attraction.

      • AnonW says:

        I only have one dating profile on line and I do get the ocassional response, but I think people are frightened by my health record. As my doctors aren’t now, I’m not, although I’m still suffering from having a tooth out four weeks ago. It took three dentists, three hours. The only consolation was that one was a very pretty Chinese young lady from Surrey via Hong Kong. She had lovely eyes, that in the 1970s, we’d have given the highest accolade. I won’t say what that is, unless someone asks.

      • Elle says:

        Snob, I hope this year goes better for you. You sound like you were a devoted husband and you miss your late wife a lot.

        Many of the best men can love only once. When they lose a partner through death or divorce they no longer want to involve themselves in a relationship again. This is true monogamy and I always think it’s a tragedy when these men are left alone.

      • Elle says:

        AnonW, so sorry, I wasn’t calling you a snob, it’s the predictive text on this thing. Which is, I am convinced, possessed!

      • AnonW says:

        As I grew up in my father’s letterpress print works, I don’t believe in predictive text.

      • Elle says:

        I am not from the era of letterprint press works but I’m sure life was a lot more convenient in the days when letters always stayed where they were put.

        If you don’t believe in predictive text it can’t be helped but it is one of the drawbacks of mobile phone technology. Try getting letters to stay put on a mobile phone keypad! It’s a nightmare. I’m using a pc right now so I don’t have that problem but the phone comes up with some right howlers and has got me into trouble a few times. So far the phone hasn’t got me sued but I’ll put it away just in case. Maybe the phone isn’t possessed, the unpredictable predictive text could be a sort of oracle instead!

      • AnonW says:

        That’s why I always switch it off on my phone. I’m only a control freak, when it comes to technology. It’s a bad master, but a very good slave.

  • Jane Ferguson says:

    One of the many fascinating things about this blog is the way commentators take up their own position and bat their own ball back and forth…

  • rosie says:

    Bikram yoga sounds a great idea, P. At this time of year you might even find it full of gym refuseniks (ie men!) who’ve cancelled their membership in favour of something less tedious. I do pilates, initially to get rid of horrendous back pain, but the side effects – being able to see some muscle tone for the first time in 10 years – have been most welcome too.

    Like MissBates, I’ve officially given up, but then I can’t give up, if that makes any sense. I’ve come to accept that this will most probably be it but I have to hold on to a nano-smidgen of hope, even if ‘hope’ isn’t the right word. If I had lots of money I’d buy a big house and surround myself with animals and grow gently into mad old biddyhood, a la Brigette Bardot, minus the dodgy politics obviously. But I haven’t got lots of money so that will have to remain a pipe dream too.
    *has mental image of Lydia making ‘L’ sign on foreheard*

    • The Plankton says:

      I am still officially procrastinating re the Bikram, but thanks for the encouragement! Px

      • Lydia says:

        Ah, one of the only exercises I do – bikram yoga. It makes you feel really really good and unlike most yoga there are lots of men too not that I would mix it with picking up men and all sorts of different people there so anyone could fit in. It’s great.

      • fi says:

        Lydia – ‘one of the exercises’ you do along with travelling the world with work, writing books, internet dating, raising several children on your own and contributing here. Surely there aren’t enough hours in the day?

    • MissM says:

      Thanks for providing me with a good morning laugh there Rosie.

      I’d take plain old yoga over Bikram yoga if only because living in Australia the last thing I need right now is any more heat. Yoga is rather dependent on the instructor and I haven’t done it for years now since the delightful instructor I did have left to be replaced with one who took all the joy from the experience.

      My house is not very big, but I am surrounded by animals, not to the Bardot extent, and I am avoiding cats since that cliche is just too much. I love my animals and I can pretend to myself that they love me. Looks like I am on the way to mad old biddyhood. Perhaps just a bit more practice. I should have that well and truly sorted by the time I reach fifty.

  • Sarah says:

    Happy New Year, P, and to all the readers of this blog. I hope you all have a fab 2012, with good health and contentment. The rest is up to you.

  • Yoga Gurl says:

    The yoga is a good idea. When I was doing yoga regularly I definitely was more happier and peaceful. Definitely. AND I had rosier cheeks, more upright spine, more comfort and agility in the body.

    Yoga really does great things for mental and emotional health. Who couldn’t use that in these stressful times or during loneliness?

    I had an older friend (50’s) who joined a yoga group and went every week. They became friends and chit chatted. They were intelligent, sensitive and fun people.

    That is what I want. I want to find a yoga group that I can workout with, chat with, etc. We all need supportive groups.

    So I guess what I am saying P, is that maybe some regular yoga would do worlds for your overall happiness. I sure want to get back into it.

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