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Resisting temptation

That's right. You heard it here first. Last night, I resisted temptation. Hello adulthood!

In aid of the savings month of January, I agreed to go to a girlfriend's house for cocktails but didn't go out afterwards despite the peer pressure. Hooray! Granted, I had to wear ugg boots over so I couldn't possibly go out afterwards even if I was tempted, but still. That's just having foresight - another amazing grown up skill.

But despite the new mature attitude, I couldn't resist every bit of pressure. Long island ice tea out of a communal bowl anyone?

Building blocks

I was an excited little kiddie last week when I popped into the CG's office and found a bundle of interiors material to play with. I made a multi-patterned rug:

before noticing possibly the cutest radiator ever (why is anything smaller than average automatically cute?).

I love buildings things, in any sense of the word. I'm a glorified project manager at work and in life, which I sometimes detest, but I more often enjoy - because I love being able to shape things from start to finish, so I can admire my handiwork with satisfaction at the end.

A beautiful friend of mine sent me her new blog this morning - she is sharing the story of her flight as a refugee from Vietnam. Although I knew some of her stories, it still brought tears to my eyes reading about it. Imagine building a whole new life, in a scary new world - as a child who doesn't understand what is going on other than that they are constantly hungry, and as a mother, separated from her husband and doing her best to take care of her two kids in a refugee camp. It is such powerful stuff, I want the world to read all about Tina and grow to love her like I do. So that one day you too can stand back and admire her handiwork, and be inspired by the life she has built.

Project central and the amazing interweb

I've always thought of myself as a procrastinator. Especially when it comes to booking flights. It doesn't matter if I know where I have to be two years in advance, you can bet good money on me leaving committing to flights until a maximum of three months out. And that's booking way ahead of time.

But this week I discovered I'm only a procrastinator of flight booking and wedding planning! After proposing an online project to two of my girlfriends late on Friday night, in the last four days we've not only had a kick off meeting, aligned our objectives and drawn up draft documents, we've also agreed on a fabulous name. Not bad for three chicks living in different countries with major time differences, and full time jobs.

The problem is, it seems that there are a lot of other people who aren't procrastinators either. And those people keep calling the Creative Genius and I up and asking about wedding dates, plans and details because they are already looking at booking their flights. For our wedding. The wedding I still keep trying to convince the CG isn't necessary. I am simultaneously filled with disgust at their organisation, and a touch of envy at the fact that when I'm stressing in six months time about how to get us the cheapest way possible to our own wedding, they will already be thinking about what their first drink in the air will be.

Spurred on by their enthusiasm (and through sheer desire not to be stressed out by further calls) we've created a wedding website with all the details (well, all the details we could muster, which weren't many), and I am not kidding when I say the internet is amazing. Hundreds of wedding websites offering you free services to enable you to share information with your guests! Online RSVP features! Pretty themes!

But then they had to go and spoil it all by showing me a to do list. After seeing I already had 25 overdue tasks on the suggested wedding planning checklist, I turned my laptop off and went to bed. Poor CG soldiers on. He is creating our wedding invites himself and on the fifth reiteration. I can only hope that we make it through together...

Busy busy bee

So many ideas and so little time! I'm excited and I'm stressed, and I'm not even sure what I'm stressed about yet.

This week I've managed, even with a wheezing death rattle cough, to make a decent start on my novel, finish off my first real written work, Scenes of Betrayal, try and convince the CG that getting married in Thailand in the middle of the recession was a bad idea (no dice), and to agree on a bridesmaids dress for March. Ta-da! *insert wild applause here*

I'd like to thank my penguins, who have supported me all the way...

But seriously. Today I want to talk about choice.

How, I wonder, do I go about prioritising everything I want to do in life? At work, there are deadlines that are obvious. Outside of work, the only deadlines I have are in my head. The reality is, that if we want to have a family one day, the world isn't going to revolve around me anymore. And that makes me feel like time is ticking to get things done. So either I need to stop coming up with ideas or I need to start doing more. I'm going to opt for the latter for now.

The other choice I had to make recently was a very sad one. My close gal has, for a variety of reasons, had to schedule her wedding less than a week after mine. In an ideal world, we would be bridesmaids at each others weddings. In the real world, logistically managing to attend each other's weddings in different countries, with neither of us getting married in the place where we live is tantamount to impossible. It is with great sadness that we have had to agree it unlikely we'll be at each other's, mainly because we are choosing to put our partners and families first. But that's ok. Because sometimes you have to make hard choices, and as long as we don't lose sight of our friendship that will outlast any day we spend without each other, I know we will be fine.

I've got a feeling

That it's going to be a very good year. Florida was brilliant fun - and pretty much summed up like this:

Lots of walking around in some of my favourite footwear

And lots of driving down beautiful coastline where we saw manatees (sea cows) and to the amazing Everglades (where we saw and held alligators)

Because it was nothing but blue skies and sunshine

With delicious seafood and possibly the best salted and buttered popcorn I've ever had

A LOT of cocktails and prosecco

And just enough Christmas cheer

There's also a lot to be said for keeping in touch with travelling companions. Especially when they live in Miami and get you free VIP treatment into clubs! But after a great week away, it's time to face the very exciting 2012. With all domestic obligations in hand (sometimes I surprise myself) I went hunting for the expected word count of a novel - on average 80,000 according to the internet. Which means I need to write just over 1,500 words a week while conducting my usual affairs, planning a wedding, co-writing a book with friends and generally procrastinating. Easy! Roll on 2012...