For me resolutions are a feeble waste of time, they are my hopes without substance and dreams I forget before I wake up. They are also a guaranteed route to failure, and who wants to finish the year knowing your resolve to look like a supermodel blatantly failed as you feed your Dawn French body another After Eight as New Years Eve draws nigh.
However I still have aspirations I want to succeed in. Yesterday I remembered how I was as a girl, so full of ambition and desires to make my world a better place. I dreamt of a future filled with laughter, of being on a stage, of playing with my children, of feeling fit and living well.
For this year I am returning to my childish hopes and these are my plans for the time to come.
To run, and to run further on the days I don’t want to run at all. After I take off my battered old trainers I am me again, the girl who can, will and does.
To play more and clean less, if my house is messy and my children are happy that sounds a better balance. I have wasted many a moment washing dishes and making beds instead of fighting pirates and building dens.
To put to bed the baby blues, to pour away the glass of wine that only helps to darken a grey day. Instead I pledge to get out the happy shoes and run until I start to smile.
To find a stage, even if I just walk on it this year, its a start nonetheless.
To love harder, deeper and with more passion to he who helped create them and to my three reasons for being.
And finally to raise a shed load of money for Seth and others like him.
Wish me luck you rather fabulous people who humour me by reading these words.
one last one: to get he who helped create them to print this out and place it on the fridge lest I attempt to forget!