As per usual, I look fondly at this site and think, you know, I really should get back to doing this. Or I’ll sit next to Kirsty on the sofa and talk with her about my various projects and she will make some sarcastic remark or another about me writing on here, or the lack of it, making me feel like I am neglecting a duty. (She says that my writing rarely meets her taste yet she misses the posts! Kind of sweet really) It’s not like I haven’t been writing 400 words a day. It’s just that the creativity has gone into other avenues. Mainly computer coding and, ironically, I only starting focusing on that in my spare time to help with my writing ideas. Such as an online sort of CYOA. (On hold until I get the user interface created… which requires more learning) or the game Alex and I are playing around with. (On hold until I can work out what I’m getting wrong with some of the coding… that and Assassins Creed Oddessy…)
So, in spirit of this inferred request of Kirsty’s, let me start 2019 with a reflection on 2018.
Unlike 2016 and 2017, which were years of substantial growth and success; from winning custody of my eldest daughter, graduating, the birth of my youngest daughter and the achievement of attaining a career in two unknown roles for me, which finally meant I could break away from retail. I feel that 2018 was more about trying to shoulder the responsibility that came with my rapid growth. The move into such an unknown field (Computer Technical with the Service Desk role and then Program Development when I applied for the Developer Trainee program) had taken a larger toll on me than I think I admitted to anyone except Kirsty. So it meant I felt like I was sinking far more than I was holding my own. A number of times I even wondered if I had made a massive blunder in my decision, a blunder that would not only affect myself, but of two, then three, additional persons that I loved and couldn’t bear to let down. Because as I put above, my growth hadn’t just been in a professional or educational manner. I had suddenly gone from being a divorcee with two cats depending on him to having a family once more as well as two cats that depended on him (one of which had developed diabetes and now needs additional care).
So I had to learn these exciting new roles at work. I had to re-learn my eldest daughter, who over the course of a few years had gone through a number of difficult times (so should be a diplomat) and was having trouble coping with those experiences. I had to also adjust my relationship with her from the part time “I’m going to cram 3 months of love into 2 weeks” Dad daughter relationship to “I need to give you a structured lifestyle that keeps the fun but gives you good grounding for the future, oh and we don’t need to cram it into two weeks anymore” Dad daughter relationship. I’ll admit. It took me far longer than I would have liked to find an acceptable balance here. However, I think the foundations are now there and hopefully in time for the challenges ahead.
I also had to re-learn how to live with another adult and adjust my lifestyle to be more accommodating to the needs of that person. This was less of a challenge and more of a privilege as I hadn’t just found that which I never thought I would find (someone who would make me feel whole once more and give me purpose) but I had managed to find more than that. I had managed to find my equal in all matters. Someone who would support when I needed it. Care when I did not know I wanted it. And challenge when it was warranted. I don’t fight endless cycles with her, with points just being reiterated just because a fight was wanted. We fight on the points that are necessary, when necessary, then we discuss and plans are set out. She is the Yin to my Yang and despite how much she infuriates me, I wouldn’t change her for the world.
Then I had to learn how to be a father to a small being once more. I’ll be honest, and this is in some ways an apology to my eldest, but the first time around, I don’t think I was ready to be a Dad. I think hearing the words “I’m pregnant” for the first time is a character test for any man. In my mind, they do one of two things. Step up and try, or run. I stepped up for her, but I don’t think I was particularly good at it back then. However, when my youngest came along, I was ready. I knew my past mistakes and I didn’t want to repeat them. I think I treasure more my small roles after a day of work and I love the elements to her evening routines that are mine. I’ll give them up from time to time, sure. But these are my treasured moments, and being a working Dad, we don’t really get many of those. I also love the relationship between the two sisters. They adore each other and most of the time, they get on really well!
Finally, as I finish this reflection and look towards this year, 2019. We learned that Kirsty is carrying my son, who will be joining us somewhere between late January and late February. I’m particularly excited about this because I won’t be as outnumbered gender wise as I was! In seriousness, this will be completely new. While I love my daughters to bits, nor would I change them, I’m looking forward to this new adventure, also I’m looking forward to going into a store and knowing what to buy for him!
I think 2019 should be a year of enjoyment. Maybe small growth from the foundations that Kirsty and I have spent the last two years trying to settle in. Maybe even a house with a garden, which would be nice. Or maybe this year, I’ll manage to sit and write on here some more.
But from me, I hope you all had a great 2018 and good luck for 2019.
Happy New Year!