A New Decade

A new year doesn’t usually feel like a very big deal. It happens every year, natch, and comes around again so quickly.

A new decade, however, feels like a much bigger deal. It makes you think about the past ten years and, especially as an adult, what you have achieved in those years, how you have changed as a person, and how different you may or may not look. Ten years is a long time, and so much can happen in a whole decade of your life.

I know, for me, it is probably the ten years that I have changed the most. I have gone through the biggest change after becoming a mother in 2012, I have got married, and been travelling on my honeymoon. I bought a house at the beginning of the decade, adopted two cats, started this blog and become self-employed and made a good part-time income from it.

I have been through IVF twice, and got pregnant naturally (and very surprisingly) once, had two miscarriages, given birth, had minor and major surgeries, and am entering 2020 minus my ovaries, tubes, appendix and a pretty large borderline tumour that had been living inside me and growing over the last ten years. I have had at least 40 internal Ultrasound scans and checkups with my consultant.

I have more piercings, get fewer migraines, and have added some pounds. My hair has got shorter and then longer again, and gone from dark brown to red to brown to blonde and back again.

Behind the scenes, I have had a really difficult few years, and things kept getting worse when I thought they literally couldn’t get any worse. Only now I would say they are starting to get better.

Despite not wanting to have my only ovary removed nor go through the surgery and recovery afterwards, I am happy now that it is all done and that I no longer have the tumour to worry about and that I can’t ever get ovarian cancer. I am sad that there is now no way I can get pregnant naturally, but grateful that I still have two frozen embryos.

I’m excited about what the next decade may bring ⁠— although it’s a little scary too ⁠— I’ll be 45 in ten years and that sounds like a proper grown-up and I’ll have a flipping 18-year-old! That just sounds crazy at the moment.

I think it’s also scary in a good way as well; I kind of like not knowing what the future will bring ⁠— most importantly I hope that it is a happy decade for me, and for my daughter. I would like to have another baby if I possibly can (even though going through the baby stage again now, terrifies me!!), I would like to move house; maybe move to a completely different area or possibly even country, travel more, continue to blog and earn money from it, worry less and try to chill out a bit more, and just enjoy my life as much as possible! I kind of hope that the next ten years will not be quite so eventful, although I am guessing it may well be, but in different ways. Hopefully, it will be a bit less traumatic and even more fun!

Here’s to the next decade and enjoying life as much as possible!