How, I hear no-one cry, are you getting along with those admirable New Year resolutions?.
Not very well is the resounding response.
Writing more is an admirable aim, but this is the first thing I have written this year. OK, so I've been busy, but still not much progress to report.
Getting more exercise is an even more admirable aim. Again, little progress to report. I've done far less than my target of half an hours brisk walking a day. I've probably done about that...in total.
The fastidiousness is another pain. My desk is slightly tidier - I can see the 'wood' veneer - but my bookcase remains a joyful clutter. I've decided I like it that way so perhaps this resolution should bite the dust.
As should taking my time. It's just not me. Being contemplative and careful just doesn't suit me. It's more fun to be impulsive, to shoot from the hip. I'm trying to type a little slower and read more carefully but, other than these two, I think the rest of this resolution should die as well
One thing is going awfully well and that is turning my job into a career. This week the possibility of redundancy from my current position reared its head and its given me a real boost to get out and do something altogether more satisfying. Work in progress so watch this space. I'm intending to blog more about this issue over the weeks and months ahead in a desperate attempt to catch the credit crunch zeitgeist.
I am also enjoying my studies. I've completed by Bachelors degree and am about to start on a Masters. There's a big scary pile of Greek and Roman history on the corner of my desk just waiting for me to get stuck in.
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