Yes, my trip to Indonesia was everything I could have hoped it would be. It was amazing. Those of you who are my friends on FaceBook have had the opportunity of seeing 100s of photos of our trip. We had a fantastic time. Trekking around 4 islands in Indonesia with 2 children was not always for the faint of heart – there were some early morning getting to train stations, some hot waits for rickety boats on a beach and packing 4 people up every 2 or 3 nights is not something I’m great at. And 4 strong-willled individuals who were in each other’s company for virtually every minute for 3 weeks did occasionally disagree – but overall it was great.
I set out, in part, to show my husband and kids where I was from. And I did that, and I think that worked. But the trip proved about so much more than that – so much of the experiences were new to me as well and so having this incredible experience together with my husband and kids was an very bonding thing to do. My advice to you would be just do it. Take your kids and go travel. Be adventurous! It will work out and you will all gain enormously from it!
For the first time in years I did not finish a holiday ready to go home. There is so much more to see in this huge friendly beautiful country and we will definitely be back to explore more.
An added bonus of being away for 3 whole weeks over Christmas and New Year is that you kind of miss the holiday season. And if that makes me sound like the grinch – well, I guess I’m kind of turning into one about Christmas. I mean it is, seriously, so much hard and thankless work and I did not miss it. At all. No trips to hysteria-inducing packed supermarkets with lists as long as my arm, no constant assault of boxes from Amazon, no hours of cooking – none of it. Not to mention the lounging around waiting for Christmas to begin, the crap on tv that everyone insists on watching and ugh. I know. I am the grinch. I’ve already promised my kids we’ll be home for Christmas next year and I will do all the big and little things I need to do to feel like a good mother creating memories for her offspring but in the meantime – man! This was good! We had pizza on Christmas day! We swam and sunbathed and read and had smoothies. None of which I shopped for, prepared or cleared away. It was Christmas for me, definitely. And New Year was the same – we went to bed before midnight (after a new year’s eve buffet which featured – bizarrely – turkey!) to get up in time for an elephant ride.
But I did miss out on resolutions, and I love resolutions. I’ve been trying to catch up on all of your blogs (still a work in progress) and I know that not everyone likes resolutions but I do. I like them at New Year, I like them at Easter, I like them in November – the act of resolving is an act I like. And while I used to beat myself up for putting some resolutions on my list year after year without actually doing them, the benefit of getting older is that I see that I tend to eventually get round to doing what I resolve. Some things just seem to take years to germinate. So my resolutions for 2013:
- to dare greatly. I think many of us lose the confidence to try something we’re not sure will work. Fear of failure gets in the way of trying things. I don’t want to do that – I want to be bold and brave and pick myself up after I fall and try something else.
- to train intelligently. This is one of those resolutions I make again and again but I’m just going to hammer it until it sinks in. So yes to rolling and stretching and core strength and strength strength (and I am actually doing those last 2 now so that has finally sunken in) and to seeing the osteopath before I get injured. Yes to backing off if I feel a niggle rather than persevering until it’s an injury. Yes to good food and good rest.
- to be kind to myself. Not to let myself off the hook when I need to haul myself up, but to stop beating myself up over stuff I shouldn’t beat myself up over, to be a little less harsh on myself . Maybe to be a little less quick to judge – myself and others.
That will do – won’t it? And so, in the spirit of that last resolution I won’t be downhearted or dispirited by the fact that 3 weeks of not training (gaawwd! Can you believe that?) have made my first week of training slow. Heartrate high, pace slow. I will have faith in my coach, who says it will come back, and stick to the plan. 2013 is my year of running and I’m loving it!