Well, hello! And happy New Year.

How has 2019 started for you? Have you bundled into the year following on from last year, or have you managed to stop for a bit and found yourself in the blissful state of not knowing what day of the week it is? I was like that until yesterday when I had to accept it was Sunday, the day before Monday…and Monday meant back to the grind.

After three weeks off, I’m back at work. Those three weeks were truly delightful – late nights, lazy mornings, limited plans, and topped off with a few days on the coast at a very quiet seaside town. There was bright sunshine – and I have Dexcom tan lines to prove it. The sun has warmed me through to my bones and recharged me.

Once again, I’ve not made a single resolution – because I’d have broken them all already – and trying to not look too far ahead into the year because the calendar is already looking slightly scary. I’m trying to preserve the relaxed, breezy feeling that has cocooned me. And not think about airports.

But I have been thinking about my word for the year. I still like the idea of this. I’m not sure exactly how successful I’ve been the last couple of years with my choice of words and what they were meant to represent, but I do like, if nothing more, that they helped me shape some of my plans for each of those years.

This year, I have decided that my word is reset. I feel that one of the things I do badly is get too caught up in what is going on, finding it difficult to see the wood for the trees. It’s easy to do – something happens and we become too invested in our own viewpoint that we actually lose overall perspective. Other times I get caught up and end up just being on autopilot, not really thinking about what I am doing. When these things happen, I need to stop, snap out of it. And reset.

So this year, that’s what I am going to try to do anytime that I find myself in the midst of something. Or when I feel that I am just coasting and not making any meaningful decisions.

I think I need to do that a little with my diabetes. I have settled into a comfortable, but not especially proactive routine with how I am managing my diabetes. It’s resulted in me being a little less engaged than I would like to be, and that leads to me starting to feel guilty. That bloody diabetes guilt is really hard to shake, but the best way I’ve found to keep it at bay is to think a little more about what I am doing.

There are no grand gestures or plans in this. It’s just about trying to be a little more meaningful and concentrated in my actions. And this intention feels good.

So, here’s to a happy 2019 to you all. Please feel free to remind me any time that I am getting a little ranty and ragey that I need to snap out of it. And reset. I would really appreciate that!