Oh for the love of furry baby seals and mink coats – not another
blog post on the new year!! Gaah… gaaah…
*death by eye rolling*
Luckily, this isn’t about resolutions or something preachy
about how this is going to be ‘my’ year (we all know that this and no other
year will never belong to any one person including Disney Princesses
because Wicked Witches never really die). This year I have just resolved to do just one simple thing: not quit.
It’s okay to take breaks, be derailed and not do that which
needs to be done today. But I will not allow myself to quit. (“ YOU’RE THE ONE
YOU’RE THE PRETENDER ! WHAT IF I SAY I WILL NEVER SURRENDER?” – Foo Fighters)
Quitting is the darndest, sneakiest dream destroyer because
sometimes you never know that you’ve actually quit. Then - before you know it -
a year has passed and you haven’t even made it halfway across the ocean to get
those exotic spices from the land where they ride elephants, nor have you even
filled that diary that was meant to help you remember the better days when you
get Alzheimer’s. You slowly slip away
from the things that mean the most to you because you become lost in new adventures
that slowly found their way to your doorstep – while your true passions and
goals were sitting at your back door like Taylor Swift wearing fake hipster
glasses shrieking “PLEASE LOVE ME AGAIN”.
So, yeah, this is the year I will not quit. I will think
about quitting, yes. I will get lazy and bugger off to my cave in the mountains
muttering about how I hate everyone and everything on the planet. But I will
come back. And I will carry on.
No comments:
Post a Comment