New Year’s Resolutions. Broken Resolutions?
How many of us have resolved to become a better, slimmer, fitter, kinder person in the year to come? And how many of us have broken our resolutions and admitted defeat before a month — possibly a week — is out?
If you haven’t, dear reader, you’re a very special kind of person and a cut above the rest of us 😉
So our resolution for this year — coming a little early in our Sunday blog, because 1st January occurs on a Tuesday — is to come clean about (at least some of) the broken resolutions from our past.
Asked to confess at least one broken resolution of previous years, this is what the hive members said. Feel free to gloat…
Broken Resolutions : Sarah tells the unvarnished
My broken resolution is a recurring one. “Bah,” I said a few years ago. “Bah humbug. Resolutions — who needs them? I don’t.
“Setting myself up to fail. I will not make any more resolutions. Ever.”
Yet EVERY DECEMBER I break that resolution.
Or the one to resume my daily yoga practice (Inspirational DVDs are still in their wrappings).
Sadly, I fear I am A Lost Cause.
However, there is one resolution I make every year that I do keep — NEVER give up hope!
Broken Resolutions : Joanna hangs her head
Two years ago, I said here on this blog that my resolution was to turn the pile of curtain fabric next to my sewing machine into at least one set of bona fide completed curtains. Did I?
You may have noticed that I went very quiet about resolutions for NY 2018. I was too ashamed to admit that, having had a whole 12 months to get my seamstressly act together, I hadn’t sewn a single seam.
And now it’s NY 2019 — that’s a full 24 months since that curtain resolution — and I still haven’t fulfilled it.
Much to my own surprise, I’ve completed ONE curtain, to cover a tall glass door. So the pile of fabric has diminished by the equivalent of one half of one pair. Only another five pairs to go.
Broken Resolutions : Liz comes clean
I make the same resolution every year.
None of that nonsense about exercise. There are limits.
I have never got beyond week one in the past, so this year I’m trying a new approach and here are my New Year Resolutions for 2019.
And write when I feel like it.
One week and I should be back on the straight and narrow.
Broken Resolutions : Sophie ‘fesses up
In my twenties I made an annual New Year resolution to give up smoking.
Usually on January 1st. Because I was hooked. Not on nicotine. On the lifeline. I was terminally shy and it kept people at bay.
Eventually, one mid January, I found myself being interrogated by a ten-year-old.
Why did I write stories? What were they about? Well, I couldn’t smoke in front of a ten-year old, could I? Without the prop, I was so flustered, I told her. And writhed.
“But, Mummy, it’s so cool.”
Cool! Calloo, callay, oh frabjous day, somebody thinks what I do is cool.
Who needs cigarettes? Or New Year resolutions for that matter.