Current 39 situation

Aside from lacking a little adventure and fun my life is fucking awesome. My son is amazing, crazy and a world of extreme. I have a loving close family. I have a big group of beautiful friends and I have my best friend. Her family are my family. She is my sister and I couldn't live without her. I rent a cozy 2 bed flat from a kind and generous family. I love my home!

Oz was 1 when we ventured out on our own. Hes now 3. It took a long time to process and repair parts of me and learn how to parent on my own most of the time. It was like I shattered like glass into a million tiny pieces and had to repair every tiny bit. I feel so different but then also the same. A 2.0 if you will. Internally I feel so confident and powerful. Externally its a little bit shit. Ive spent the past 2 years in track pants and leggings with a greasy bun. Its very rare if I shave my legs or armpits. Washing my hair is a child free luxurie. Most of the time im in the shower I think "what's the point". Its the life I've needed. Peace, perfect peace. 

I am extremely lucky in that I had my son the same year as a big group of my girlfriends had their babies. A built in mum group filled with the kindest, supportive friends that had already bonded. I'm not lost in how lucky that is. Hopefully I can tempt some of them to join me in some of these quests. 

I spend a lot of my free time watching movies and tv or reading books. OK I listen to audio books a lot. I find parenting easier when playing hot wheels for the 100th time that morning with an interesting story running through my head. I just pop one ear bud in and power through. I need to start living my own story. Find an outer me that fits the inner me. Feel hot when I look in the mirror, have adventure, quests and fun. Make new memories. Its not often I finish something I start. But I am determined to do this fucking list. My intention is to write about my experience starting or competing a task, in all its honest glory.