Every 31st December we usher in the New Year – full of hope, wishful thinking, a change (always for the better), a fresh start and all that. And this year will be no different; we will welcome in 2020 with a bottle of fizz, party poppers, Auld lang syne and a fervent hope that fate will be appeased and do the rest.
For like every year, I want to be fitter, thinner, more at peace with myself, to get my finances in order, to start a new business venture, to finish writing that book (finally). And then I mentally add another load of goals: give up smoking, chocolate and alcohol, eat more vegetables, eat less meat, get more sleep, dust off the bike in the garage, paint the living room, mend the guttering.
All the things.
All this year.
So, now I’m thinking perhaps no more New Year resolutions for me – they only get broken anyway.
Of course, a lot of it is in my own hands – and I’ve come to realise that every year I expect my hands to hold too much. I have ‘over-expectations’ – and quite obviously tiny hands. Therefore, 2020 will be pared down on the expectations front, I am going to try to focus on being more at peace with myself (yeah, I know – probably the biggest one on the list) – because I figure if I can move towards that, then the others will probably start to fall into place.
Motivation will certainly be required, but yep, I think this year will definitely be better.