January.
January I feel like I always start the year saying it will be different this time. I’ll do more, I’ll work harder, I’ll try new things. But it rarely happens, does it? Nevertheless, I’m going to do the same thing this January as I have every year since I was about 12. I’m going to set myself goals for the year, not resolutions, because let’s face it, I have nothing to resolve, I’m practically perfect in every way. (Do I have to give credit to Mary Poppins there?) So here goes. This is my list of goals for this year. -Blog post at least once a month -Complete my first book -Walk my dog once a week -Trust my instincts -Eat well I tweeted this and pinned it to the top of my profile so I couldn’t forget, and surprisingly it’s working. Is it because it’s only 16 days into the year when I’m writing this? Is it because the year began on a Monday and this pleases me beyond words? Is it because I’ve entered the year in what I believe is my ‘beginning of the year hypoma...