Happy New Year to all my readers and fellow bloggers. I hope you have all had a lovely Christmas and next year proves to be the best yet for you..
My holiday has been bittersweet really. A good Christmas day, a few days away at Cambridge (future post on the way), and a spell of bad anxiety, (future post on the way-if I can bring myself to write about it, but it’s been a pretty bad one, so I’ll have to be in a more uplifted mood to write the words without bursting into tears, but that’s how it is; Ho, Ho, Ho!)
Here are 10 resolutions that I intend to achieve this year that I made an absolute pigs ear off last year.
I will try my very best to not let other peoples behaviour towards me get me down. I have tried my best with certain people this year, and their treatment towards me has been pretty awful, with no regard for my feelings. If people don’t value me as a person that’s their problem, not mine.
I will endeavour to do all of my French homework. To use visualisation and pictures for learning new words, and using the language more in everyday life, (I’ll talk to the post-man, he’s french, and he has a nice arse)
I will join my art class again. I haven’t painted for about 4 months, which is a long, long time. My paint boxes are covered in dust, and the cat keeps getting my paint brushes out. He uses them more than me, even though he only chews them.
I will eat less food. No, not dieting, just less food. It really works.
I will start my CBT. (Chewing bars of Toblerone). Not really. Cognitive Behaviour Therapy. I got 3 bars at Christmas!
I will decorate the house; all of it, by next Christmas, (will she hell!)
I will save and try and get away for a weeks holiday in the summer.
I will allow my Labrador to take the lead with his walks. What I mean by that is for him to go in front and lead me along, rather than me directing him. This will enable me to walk for miles because he loves his walks.
I will go out more with my friends, and accept dates. (I will ignore the laxative effect!)
And lastly, but not leastly, I will go horse riding with Eliza. I had a bad experience as a child on a donkey at Yarmouth, which kind of put me off horses. But looking back. the donkey was only frightened because my whippet was chasing it along the beach and I had to hold on for dear life as it galloped across the sand, kicking out….. Actually, I’ll leave it there because it’s making me sweat just thinking about it. So, Eliza, my teacher friend, asked me to go with her last year. Her horse is called Gary, and he has a moustache, a horsey one, and she said I can have a small pony, so I’m going to give it a go. This time next year I may be cantering over fields and meadows with the wind in my hair, and exultation in my heart……..or, I may be laying in a heap of shit at the bottom of a ditch, I’ll keep you posted.
Happy New Year once again my dear friends, especially my American ones! It’s been lovely getting to know you all! Have a good one! x Pip