New Year's Resolutions. Yes, you read that right. No, you haven’t missed six months and woken up in some post-Christmas nightmare. But that is what has been on my mind recently.
I don’t know about you but I’ve never met a New Year’s resolution that could be stuck too. As a teenager, I would lie in bed on the morning of January 1st and turn over a fresh page in my diary. Using new pens from my Christmas stocking, I would write down a beautifully neat list of resolutions. I do not remember what those resolutions were but I am absolutely certain that I had failed them all by January 8th. As I got older, I still kept resolutions but they became vaguer and therefore far easier to feign success in. Eat More Fruit. Be Kind. Work Hard. By my thirties, I had given up on the notion all together. I don’t know about you, but I realised that all I was doing was setting myself up to let myself down. And if there is anyone you should be able to depend on not letting you down - it’s yourself. So I scrapped the resolutions and welcomed the new year with no conditions. Time marches on and you can only give your best shot at life.
Why is this currently on my mind? Well, I woke up on the 20th June - the first day of Summer - feeling slightly jaded. A combination of post lambing blues (which is a real thing), the poor weather and the day to day routines had left me a little lost. I think everyone feels a little lost sometimes and that’s okay but you need to be able to find your way again. That’s the key.