We’re well into January now and all those good intentions should be firmly taking route. Dry January, Gym visits, Smoking patches, and the dreaded Diet , etc means we should all be feeling pretty good about ourselves and our new regimes.
Sadly, for most of us, that will not be the case. My promise to myself (I find it easier not to proclaim my resolutions to anyone but myself.) has already fallen at the first hurdle. My 2018 To-do-list is topped by:
Write a blog post every week.
Second is: Edit a scene from the first draft of my novel every day.
Both of these, sadly, have failed to happen as life, like so often happens, has gotten in the way. So I’ve managed neither of those but I intend to change that and pretend that today is New Years Day and in my new world calendar I’m starting as I mean to go on.
So everything is reset, my new list is on track, I feel inspired and renewed and all is well with the world. Perhaps.
I’m on my first Dry January, and so far so good.
Well done, you should be proud