This is the difficult part, where the change is actually supposed to be made rather than just promised.
It’s just past 2pm on New Year’s Day, which would already be a late start for most people but is actually pretty early for me. Giles (my dog) woke me up at 1 to say he needed outside and I dragged myself up, went to the loo myself, checked my Facebook notifications. Then…
It’s the ‘then’ part I struggled with. I almost went back to bed. I was so incredibly tempted, because I’m oh so tired, but I hesitated. I wanted to sleep, but I also want to make the most of the couple hours of daylight. There are at least ten things, off the top of my head, that I could be doing.
It took me many minutes to summon the strength, but I got up again, got changed, started writing this blog post, by which time Giles wanted out again. So I pour some cereal and eat it while watching a few YouTube videos. I can do this, I tell myself. I can stay up and get sh*t done.
Some of the resolutions I considered assigning myself this year have been getting up relatively early, getting out for a walk, trying for some semblance of a routine where I get my housework done and then sit at my actual desk and do some writing. All of these are relatively small and achievable, especially when looked at individually, but here we are on day one of a new year and I had to have a ten-minute argument with myself about whether I could actually be bothered to start.
The important thing is, I got up.
This is me. Starting.
I’m going to come back to this blog later with (hopefully) something better offer in terms of revolutionary content but, for now, I am putting my shoes on, sorting recycling, and going for a walk.