Unless you’ve been on social media lockdown this week, you will have been unable to escape the latest band wagon – the 10 year challenge.
In a nutshell, people EVERYWHERE have been posting images of themselves, one from 2009 and another from 2019. I do wonder how these absurd ideas start, but if you were the originator then congratulations, you’ve had the online world at your feet this week.
I think the idea was that we would all gasp at the cosmetic changes that 10 years brings. In reality, looking at other people’s photographs, I often couldn’t tell which was the before and which was the after! Upon conclusion everyone in the noughties looked middle-aged, whether they were in their twenties or their fifties!
As you might suspect, I couldn’t resist joining in and actually had some fun looking back at old photographs. Sadly, when my computer died a few years back, I lost all of our digital images from 2003-2010 so I was relying heavily on whatever images I had uploaded to Facebook. I came across some right corkers…
It was in 2009 that I began noticing the lines on my forehead becoming deeper and more prominent. I can only assume this was the reason that I decided to experiment with getting a fringe cut. Thankfully I have photographic evidence to remind me not to ever do it again!
Although I found the pictures amusing, what I enjoyed more than anything, was thinking about that year – 2009. Whilst my outward appearance hasn’t altered all that much (bar my brows getting thicker and my face thinning out) in other ways, SO much has changed during the last decade.
In September 2009 my last baby started school. Whilst that freed me up somewhat, helping to run a toddler group and being a member of the school PTA (don’t judge me, I was one of the good ones ?), ensured I was still very much entrenched in motherhood.
Having foolishly been persuaded that camping was the way forward, we invested in all the gear and gave our first family camping trip the big thumbs up. Or I did, at least.
We also spent a memorable fortnight in Portugal in the summer of 2009. The holiday where my almost 5 year old son slipped at the swimming pool, dramatically splitting his top lip open. Four stitches later and his cupid’s bow has never quite been the same since!
It’s also the year that I bought a sewing machine in the hope of finding my ‘thing’ and completed two terms of a soft furnishings course. As with every other ‘thing’ it was a fairly short-lived hobby.
Talking of hobbies, did I tell you about the year I took up running and conquered a 10K in 56 minutes? Yeah, another little ‘kick’ in 2009 that went by the wayside. The truth is that I had to accept that my body isn’t built for running (I have Scoliosis) so my running adventures came to an abrupt end.
This Ten Year Challenge has been so much more that just a ‘band wagon’ for me.
Back in 2009, deep in my motherhood bubble, I had no idea what our future as a family would hold. Although life wasn’t all a bed of roses back then, I was pretty confident in my parenting abilities and thought I had a good idea of what the next 10 years would bring.
I’m glad that I didn’t know that my eldest daughter was in for a rough ride. I’m glad that we were able to experience these lovely family memories without a care in the world. I’m glad that I got the opportunity to be reminded of those happy times this week. Sometimes it’s important to take the time to stop and reflect.
What was 2009 like for you?