I woke up this morning with a niggling feeling in the back of my head. I couldn’t quite work out what it was, but it kept irritating me. It stayed with me all through the day, right up until the very minute I started writing this post.
It was pure panic.
For the simple reason that it’s now the 2nd of January and I still haven’t achieved any goals yet.
Okay, I’m officially insane.
As midnight rolled around on New Years Eve and we let off our party poppers in Mane’s family’s front room, I was filled with optimism. This is the year that it all changes, this is the year I actually Make Shit Happen. And I’ve got a list of 101 things I can Make Happen.
So why am I so worried that I’ve not done any of them yet, apart from eating more fruit?
Early days panic, I suppose. You know that feeling. First elation, then concern, then panic, then OHMIGODDOOOOOM. Then elation again.
Anyway. I’ll start off lightly.
In the coming weeks, expect reports on the following.
- Learning how to crochet (with the lovely crochet set I got from my Secret Santa).
- Reading a Shakespeare play.
- Watching a shit tonne of Red Dwarf.
- Reading a lot of Marian Keyes.