I have said in previous posts that resolutions can be made at any time of the year, but as the 31st of December comes round I start to feel a bit antsy.
Of course, my own personal marker of the years tripping by is also almost upon me so perhaps that is part of the problem. As much as I like to celebrate living longer, each year the time that has passed weighs on me a bit.
I start to feel the need to throw things out. I start to resent being knee deep in Christmas paraphernalia and yearn for the relative minimalism of a house without baubles and tinsel. I also like to make some plans – some achievable and some pie in the sky.
The eternal question is can these plans survive the hustle and bustle of every day family life? Essentially that’s what this blog is about. Making space for the things I love to do. Making sure that I don’t lose myself.
I look back on the things I have talked about on here and I am impressed that I managed so much – I spend a lot of time berating myself for not spending time wisely, but actually I fit a lot in.
Maybe this year I will put a bag over the head of the moaning gremlin that sits on my shoulder and embrace the cherub that tells me I can. If I manage only that, 2014 could be an even better year than the one I’ve just had.