Last year at about this time, I took part in a “16 in 16” blog challenge with a few other bloggers.
It wasn’t about resolutions. No sir. Not me. Why? Because I knew I always fail at resolutions so I wasn’t going to set myself up to fail. WHy do that to myself? Such counterproductive behaviour.
My sixteen things were intentions. Well, my mother always used to say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions and it turns out she may have been right. (I suppose everybody, even her, gets to be right about something at least once in their miserable, cold existence).
Anyway, I’m not going to link you to the post, because I have lived so few of my intentions that it’s downright fucking embarrassing. Plus I’m no longer really in the same friendship group as I was back then. It’s funny how you think you know someone…
What a difference a year makes. 2016 has been an eye opener on every fucking level.
There was no way, after that debacle of a blog post, I was going to even entertain the idea of resolutions or intentions this year. And then I saw this picture on a Bullet Journalling group FaceBook page. (Yeah. Bullet Journalling. There’s another thing I wanted to get into but didn’t. Ah well, there’s always next year).
This reminds me of my wonderful friend Liz – amazing life coach and all round brilliant human.
Edited to add thanks a LOT, WordPress for linking to the original “16 in 16” post below. How very fucking helpful of you.
Don’t mind me, I was just over here trying to distance myself from that shit. Cheers.