Still 31st December in Colombia

... but 2014 in the UK so I feel I have one foot in each year!

I found a list I wrote on 1st January this year;

• wear every pair of shoes I own this year - fail, but then they were in storage for 3 months during the warm weather-
• blog again - hmmm not had any thing interesting to say... 
• training with mabel - I looked into it, honest.  And she does know 'auntie char' and will do anything for a ball.
• holiday - hurrah, succeeded in the final days of the year! 
• eat more fruit - got a juicer for Christmas, one more last minute win 
• ethical meat only - major steps forward but I'm not very careful when eating out, I often have to chose between dairy free or meat free. 
• train for sahara and keep up fitness -  I trained, I went, I got very unfit and yes, you guessed it, most recently I've rejoined the gym so ... 
• finish degree - absolute WIN 
• cook more - it's all relative isn't it.  
• cycle more  - nope, cycled once this year.  and that was to rehome the bike. shocker.

All in all I made a very realistic list and did half well at it.  Well, as well as I would have done if I hadn't written the list.  I've made some other big things happen this year that I wouldn't have thought to put on the list, that's the joy of life isn't it - being able to add things to the list to instantly tick them off...

So with one foot in each year, simultaneously looking back and forward, I'm not sure what angle to take.  Here I am, in Colombia having taken a brave step, determined to add to my life experience and get a good break from 'normal' life.  But life is bigger, and more important than the bubbles we visit, the escapes we make.  It's the 'normal', everyday which shapes us and gives us purpose.  Living for the next time we can get away is wasteful, isn't it?

2014 is the last year of my 20s, and I'm ok with that - I almost feel like I'm growing into myself (I don't have to justify going to bed early at the weekends).  But inevitably I want to end the decade well, like I've actually learnt something in these formative years.

It's tempting to try and cram in lots of adventures so that I have lots of impressive photos to put on my walls and show everyone (me) what a life I'm living.  But what I really have learnt is that living life is filling the everyday with adventures and friends, and meaning.   

I'll write a list, of course I will.  ButI won't put it in a drawer and let life wash over me.