The post I posted a few weeks ago has actually been in my drafts folder for two months, I just never felt like I wanted to post it. It’s a bit of a personal post, and a lot of people from work follow me, and while every single one of them is an angel, they all see enough of my breakdowns in work. Did they really need to see another wobbler of mine, but this time written down? Absoultely not. But, I also felt like I was stuck on that post, and though it’s not going to bother anyone else in the world if I post it or not, I wanted it posted before I wrote anything else. Just to clear the air, more than anything else.
Here I am, fashionably late as always. Over three weeks into 2019, I’ve finally come up with my resolutions for the year, and actually written them down.
Last year was a bit of a disaster year, and I’ve seen a few people say that about 2018. I know personally, I charged into 2018 expecting it to be my year, but actually did very little work to achieve anything. I wanted things to be handed to me on a plate, I wanted miracles – and that’s clearly not how life works. So going into 2019, I gave myself a stern talking to. 2019 will be the year of working for it – but not working as flogging myself for 16 hours a day, 6 days a week (I’ve done that; it was hideous.) Working as in actually putting in the effort to make my life what I want it to be rather than expecting it to happen. So, as tradition dictated, I sat down and set myself some goals and resolutions for the upcoming year. Continue reading