I don’t make New Year Resolutions. At least, I haven’t in some time. I don’t believe that the first day of January is different to any other day of the year. If you need to make a change, do it now. And in any case, resolutions are made to be broken so no one expects you to keep them, right?
I am not a one to jump on the NYR blog bandwagon as a general rule. It seems everyone is doing it this year, but I have WordPress space to fill and nothing else to say since dating is pretty much off the list these days.
So I have made myself a few promises based on last year’s experiences and progress, and because there are things I need to refine. Some of it is really predictable. I am almost at my target weight, so I’ve included ‘get to target weight’ as a resolution. It’s an inevitable win so I’m going to feel good about that one.
I need to put more time into me. Three months of working from home, following exactly the same work from home pattern I’ve always fallen foul of, and slowly slipping into ‘what the fuck am I doing with my life?’ mode, means I absolutely and without any doubt HAVE to sort my shit out this year. There is absolutely no way around this one.
So one of my resolutions is to have something to look forward to every month. I mean, plan a trip, something that really gets me out of routine and excited, like back in the good old days when I used to get excited about things (yes I vaguely remember that feeling). I need to do something that requires planning. Think of it as mini holidays. Less expenditure, since I don’t have anything to spend and more interesting than parking my ass on a beach for a week and getting bored. I am a doer not a sunbather.
My January trip is already set thanks to a New Year’s Eve discount from Travelodge. I will be spending three days on the Scottish borders doing some genealogical research into my Scottish and Cumbrian ancestors, one of my big passions.
I am probably going to have to get a second job. I am hoping to avoid it and so doing my best to become a marketing guru overnight. If I do succumb it needs to be something part time, just to help things tick over and provide a bit of a routine break. I am already wishing for Spring so I can switch off the heating and save money, but I can’t put save money on my resolutions because I am already as streamlined as I can possibly get. I have no more wiggle room except to do the decent thing.
Two weeks away at Christmas, two weeks of not having any time to myself, two weeks of living someone elses lifestyle have shown me that actually I’m doing things pretty well and for the most part, I like my life just the way it is. I’ve come back renewed and refreshed and I can sense my mojo returning. I just need to tweak a few things and I’ll have nailed it, at least for a while anyway.
And finally, not to date. I am making that a continuing trend. After my year doing it and then losing interest over the last few months, it’s now time to stop again for a bit. I dumped all the sites last September. I’m pretty sure Harry has disappeared. I guess we came to a silent agreement that we weren’t suited, and I’m relieved he made it that easy for me. Andre still lurks and Mike is still at arms length and in occasional doses which at least breaks up my routine. It’s all as much as I need now. I have come to the conclusion that you don’t meet normal, honest people on dating sites. You meet them in real life, when you least expect it. And if I start planning trips and actually getting out into the real world, who knows what might happen. I am happy to put myself in the hands of fate and see what does or doesn’t happen. I’m in no rush to get anywhere.