As in, all of them.
Including those I hadn't seen since leaving my ex-husband 11 years ago.
Yeah, I was rather stressed. Once upon a time I had been close to my former sister-in-law. We'd really liked each other and had gotten along well during the 14 years of my relationship with her brother. My former brother-in-law and I weren't so close and I hadn't formed a close attachment with his wife. But, still, once we'd been family and now we weren't and I was worried about how that would translate.
And then, of course, there was my ex-husband. I had loved this man once. Loved him enough to have children and build a life with him. But, things change as things always change and I left him.
We're not friends.
Did I mention stressful?
But, surprisingly, it was also pleasant. I actually quite enjoyed chatting with my former sister-in-law (she really is lovely) as well as with my ex's current wife. Okay, there's no chance of us being besties, by any means, but she was still polite and so was I and it wasn't as shambolic as I expect it to be.
But, I was totally glad when it was over. So, this week, I was pleased to be able to complete two goals, just so I could remind myself of the life I have now, rather than the life I left behind.
10. Complete a course in something unusual.
Well, I can't lay any claims to now being an expert or anything, but this week I completed a six-week course in an Introduction to Forensics. I studied an actual true recreation of a murder committed in Scotland, and as a result learned about Fingermarks/prints, DNA, Tyre tread, shoe marks, witness accounts and a whole lot more. No, I'm not the next Bones, but I feel I can go into writing crime with a little more knowledge of the process.
(I'm sure my instructors were a little perturbed by the number of times I stated "What an idiot. He should have lied. If he'd done this instead, there's a chance he'd have gotten away with it.")
Next up, Life in the Time of King Richard III. Can't wait.
Actually, belay that. Next up, back to uni. Hopefully.
23. Have a professional massage.
I am a qualified massage therapist. Two years ago, however, I swore off giving massages for life and sold my table. What a mistake!
At my Massage Therapist graduation
Today I had a massage with a professional beautician. The best thing I can say about it was that she 'rubbed with style'. As a therapist I know some of the best moves to help release tension, knots and pain. This woman did not. There was no kneading, no form of percussion (ie chopping and cupping, my favourite) no warm up, and only minimum warm down. She had her main moves (rubbing and knuckling) but didn't really do anything with them to help the tension in my shoulders, despite my request to do so. She mainly concentrated on my lumbar and left it feeling sore rather than better. Now, if there's anything I learned as a therapist, it's 'don't hurt, help.' You don't need to be hard or heavy with your strokes. A gentle touch can be more beneficial for pain than digging in, but you have to know how to control what you're doing. She didn't.
I really, really wish I hadn't sold my table.
(On the other hand, she did a great job of waxing my eyebrows.)
So, there you go. Another week sees two goals ticked off. I'm actually quite enjoying this.