Fearless

on reflecting on last year, cracking open the new diary to draw my goals and settling on my word for the year

Dear Musers

When we packed up our camping gear after nine days camping by the river at an idyllic spot, I stalled. The days had been delicious, tank-filling. Sun on my back, cool clear water gushing across the rocks, swims against the current, laughter and chats with friends, lazing in the hammock reading, listening to birdsong, watching sunsets and trees, fish freshly pulled from the river and shared like loaves and fishes. I didn’t want it to end.

Our friends had left a few days before us. I didn’t want them to go, but they all had plans and after they’d left, it was just M and I. As we settled into our pace, a drive here, a cuppa, small chatter, a dip in the river (and a tiny hiccup with food poisoning from a pie), I pulled out my 2024 diary, pens and pencils and began my thinking and planning for the year ahead. My favourite time of year. Goal setting. (I’ve written about it here, here and here and probably a dozen other places)

I may be the last person on earth to have a paper diar…