Twenty twenty who?

I don’t really believe in new year’s gubbins. I get it, it’s about a calendar. But really, you can change your life any day. Or your life can be changed for you, whether you like it or not. Every day can and does contain an infinite possibility for befores and afters.

But I do have some things I want to change, and some things I want to achieve. And I have one resolution I make every single year, and that I won’t be leaving out just because technically, this is just another day. I started it at the beginning of 2017, and every year I make it again because of how hard it is to remind yourself that you’re the one in charge of your life.

So resolution 1 is always, “tell more people to go fuck themselves.”

I rarely actually put it in those words, but the wording is important because I am drawn to chaos and swearwords (ultimately, getting myself to be more assertive is not too different from luring my cats into the front room with a bag of dreamies).

The second one is to be less critical of myself. Because I really do spend my entire day not telling myself to fuck off enough. No need for it.

And the third, which is the only relevant one, is to write a blog post every two weeks, minimum. I reckon that’s 26 blog posts in a year, and I reckon that’s more than doable. Although obviously, just now, I’m cheating my entire readership of 2 out of a making-related blog post by writing this drivel.

But after many, many litres of thoughtjuice poured into the things Adrian says about how, you know, you have to talk about stuff for people to know about it, I’m coming to terms with the fact that I should. at least, make it possible for people to find the things I do and say about making. And then the rest isn’t really my problem, or doesn’t have to be. Either people read it or they don’t, either it leads to connections and opportunities or it doesn’t. But I will have done my bit, and ultimately that’s all I have to do.