Taking stock

Christie posted about taking stock in this way – not something I’d done before. Last year was a tricky year, and while this year hasn’t been without its challenges already, it has a fresh feel to it – so now felt a good time for a review of sorts. As I’m not a fan of formal reviews, I was interested in trying something new which would still allow me to notice trends and patterns.

admiring… Georgian properties – since moving into one, I’m noticing them everywhere and loving their looks and proportions.

buying… garden furniture – and while the weather immediately changed to rain, rain and more rain as soon as we did, the sun is back (along with uncomfortably high temperatures).

creaking… my knees that is. No change there 🙂

driving… more than I’m used to while Himself’s eye troubles take time to heal.

enjoying… Himself’s culinary experiments while he has time at home in recovery.

feeling… discombobulated by not having a routine since moving. It’s not that I’m not open to my old routine changing, rather the complete absence of any sort of order or pattern is leaving me all at sixes and sevens.

gasping… at the price of a fabulous device which dries food waste so you can either store it without nasty niffs, or spread it in your flower beds.

hearing… not very well. Hay fever has gone to my ears this season, so I wake up each morning deaf in one ear. Fortunately, it does clear as the day goes on.

ignoring… my to-do list because I was feeling huge levels of overwhelm. Unfortunately, I’m now anxious about what remains undone. Sigh.

judging… it seems to be an unfortunate by-product of people watching. I keep telling myself that everyone does it, but I don’t think I’m convincing anyone, let alone myself.

kipping… a lot in my chair of an evening.

looking… for a new book club.

making… home-made lime cordial.

noticing… bird song when sat outside in our garden. While we occasionally have the buzz of light planes and the whomp whomp of RAF helicopters overhead, this is the first time we’ve not lived either near a major London airport, nor a major highway, so we can really hear them.

organizing… or rather acknowledging I need to get a system in place so I can get back on track with my to do list after completely running out of steam – emotionally more than physically.

phoning… my old next-door neighbour for a chat instead of just popping across the hallway is something I’ve yet to get used to.

questioning… what next after my day job finishes at the end of this year.

relieved… that we’re now living somewhere the landlord owns properties as a (very) long-term investment, allowing us to have the longer-term security we need.

searching… for a nice capricious chest of drawers to go in our bedroom, because the cupboard space is significantly down on what we’re used to. A search made trickier as we’d like a piece of furniture which fits the property’s style, while not costing a fortune.

talking… to my coach again is proving helpful. I know the answers, and I have the tools, but accountability has been missing.

undertaking… to set aside time in my diary to get shit done.

vision-boarding… is long overdue, and I’ve got the itch.

working… out how to hang up our pictures without taking a hammer drill to these incredibly hard Georgian walls.

xploring… the history of not only our own town, but those in the surrounding area.

yawning… because I’m still waking up early, even though it’s not necessary to do so while Himself isn’t working. And because he’s not working, we’re also staying up later. The problem is changing my sleep patterns has always been akin to turning the QE2, so the question is whether my body clock will change before Himself recovers.

zooming… still, if only for networking and coaching (both based in a different part of the country to where I live). Perhaps it’s time to find somewhere more local.

Do you take stock of your life – occasionally, regularly, or never? Are you team formal or alternative in the method you use?

© Debs Carey, 2025