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Farewell 2017! Farewell!

Where did 2017 go?
Is it just me or did 2017 just fly by like a whirling dervish?
Tomorrow we celebrate Hogmaney in all its glory and I can't wait.
I am leaving 2017 on such a high, and I can't wait to see where 2018 takes me.

I got an email today from myself. It was an email I sent to myself 5 year ago via a website called www.futureme.org . You should go and have a look, it is a very peculiar thing to send your future self an email. Anyway, I digress. The email told me where I hoped to be five years ago. Some of it I have done, some of it I have not but what I found very interesting was how my perception of happiness and contentment have changed in the last five years. That got me thinking. It is amazing how much my perception of happiness and contentment have changed in the past year!

2017 was for me a year of growth and a year of self discovery.
I feel I found myself a lot this year. I found comfort in myself and a confidence in my capabilites.
It was a rollercoaster year in parts with a lot of learnings about resilience and humility and a lot of appreciation of my own abilities and drive.I have a lot of people to thank for that and they all know who they are. Thank you.

2017 was a year of love stories and babies. Two of my favourite people in the whole world got engaged (Steve and Jocelyn, I mean you... and yes you got a mention in my NY blog!), these two crazy kids are one of my favourite love stories because I got to see it develop in my own living room when Steve and I were housemates. My cousin Collette got married though I couldn't make the wedding, my adopted big brother Paul asked me to take part in his wedding ceremony next June (2018) and in my own little love story, I met a wonderful man this year who kindly shared his family with me this Christmas! As for babies, oh my god there were so many babies!! I have little honorary nieces in Ireland and in Scotland this year, both of whom make my heart soar with joy when I see their adorable little faces and their squidgy little fingers and toes. Currently 2018 looks to be full of bundles getting dropped by the stork too so there will be even more cuddles and cuteness on the horizon!

2017 was a year of travel and revisiting old friendships. I got to spend a wonderful fortnight in Utah with the fabulous Tif and Joe hiking through Utah, I climbed Arthur's Seat with Dearbhla and Cathrine, hiked Scolty hill with a wee picnic and a battery-less phone. That is only the tip of the iceberg. It was wonderful and I hope to continue it in 2018. I got to go to Ireland a few times and even brought some pals!

I did a 24 silence for charity! Can you imagine that and sported a few moustaches for the Movember cause (until the glue actually started to agrivate my face!) My goodness paid off in kind, I won a Cartier Trinity ring in a work raffle! I got two tattoos.


 2017 was a year of music, with The Temperance Movement, Blue Rose Code, Foy Vance,  The Districts, The Prides and, the various bands that played at the Brewdog AGM to name just a few.  Already 2018 is starting to look like a pretty decent year for music. I can't wait!

The other favourite of mine from 2017 was all my visitors. Beau and Sam, Beau again, Donagh and Maria, Brianan as well as my usual visitors for the lowlands to Siberia.

Overall, 2017 was a tough one but its toughness is massively outweighed by the good of the year.
I get to work in a place I enjoy with a team I adore. I go into the new year with a lovely man by my side and a lot of exciting plans in place for the next few months, I have had a year rich in friendships, new and old. I found a Formula One buddy for when I actually get F1 Sunday's off!

I will count down the bells in Edinburgh tomorrow night surrounded by some wonderful friends and a wonderful Stuart. I can't wait for what 2018 promises. I look forward to more travel, more visitors, more adventure and more craziness and of course a lot more blogging!

Happy New Year my wonderful friends and readers!

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Athbhliain faoi mhaise daoibh!





 

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