Don’t you just love this time of year? All those perky new plans popping up and shouting ‘yoo hoo, here I am!’ while we’re writhing on the bed, trying to do our zips up and wondering when – WHEN? – elasticated waists will become acceptable.
I spotted something on Instagram a little while ago that I liked the idea of: my month as a flatlay. I’ll do that, I thought. I didn’t do it though. I never get round to doing anything. I’m terrible. So. 2019 is the year I will Achieve Things. No procrastination. No excuses. I mean, apart from the new full-time job, associated study and the street food wotsit to run. I will write my novel. Or maybe a screenplay. I will do whatever it takes to look no older than 40 by the beginning of May (when I’ll be 50). Exercise, healthy living, that sort of thing; the glass of red I’m drinking as I type this doesn’t count but I can’t remember why.
I’ve made a three-pronged start already and I think you’ll be proud.
Declutter: an essential. I know this because I read it on the internet. I gathered up all the things I haven’t used or worn for a while. I spent hours researching how much I should list them for on eBay, had a lovely daydream about what I’d spend all the money on before deciding I couldn’t really be arsed. Sent some stuff to charity. Decided to keep the rest. I’ve not beaten procrastination but I’ve been provident. Those old clothes will come in handy when I’m young and thin again, won’t they?
Sort out desk/study to enable efficient studying/writing: um, well I ordered a guitar stand so that the guitar I haven’t played for six months doesn’t just rest on a pair of jeans that I haven’t squeezed into for six years. Yeah, let’s gloss over that one.
Creativity: Fiddled about with some photos demonstrating ‘my month as a flatlay’. Well, a flatlay of things I didn’t do at all last year but were all top of my teetering pile of resolutions. It’s not even a flatlay, to be fair. A pile-up, perhaps?
A pile-up of procrastination. Yes, I think that just about sums my life up. 2019 will be better though, right? Whatevs. Even though I’ve decided to be 40 instead of 50 this year, I’m still looking forward to the time when ‘lie down more, eat more cake and just have a nice time’ becomes ok. It’s all about achievable goals, right?
Anyway, The Voice starts tonight and I’ve got a risotto to make. I’ll write the novel tomorrow. Probably.