I have a nasty tendency to tuck things away to ‘keep them safe’. This means that cleaning out cupboards can resemble an archaeological dig. Of course it also means that a lot of time gets wasted with ‘Oh goodness, I’d forgotten I had this’. Fun, but not always productive.
What I found recently was a stash of New Year’s resolutions. Demoralizingly, most of the resolutions are things I am still struggling with. Even more demoralizingly – the dates are from 1992 to 1996.
Some things I did achieve – I had a book published – but my recent writing schedule could only be described as spasmodic. And one book 20 years ago means nothing. I have other completed books that I never get around to submitting. Procrastination, anyone?
One item each year says ‘stop trying to write late at night’. Um. Right now it’s 11:37 pm.
Some things happened that I hadn’t planned on. My music teaching expanded. I taught myself to tat and knit (definitely not on my agenda – a few years ago I didn’t even know what tatting was) and started blogging. That took me three attempts on three different sites, and while I’m no runaway success, I really enjoy it, and the people I meet.
I suppose it’s not how many times you fall down, as long as you get up each time. Now I just have to do something about these skinned knees…