This will be the third year at least in which I’ve made New Year’s Resolutions. This year is starting well so far – new job, same boyfriend (almost a first!), optimistic outlook. Last year I kept at least three resolutions – sponsored a kid, volunteered (despite annoying the old lady concerned, I think, so we haven’t been in touch for a while, but anyway I tried!), wrote a fair bit.
This year I’ve decided to perform at least one good deed for each friend and relation. The difficulty now will be thinking them up. For instance, I offered to teach my boyfriend to swim on a regular basis. I would like to get my mate Martin to cut his ponytail off and update his dress sense, but think this might be less a good deed and more uninvited interference from the style police.
Also want to lose my paunch – ok it’s a small one but I’ve had it ever since I was a baby and I think now is the time to say goodbye – at least for a week perhaps. And write my book, that is, finish the bloody thing. Need time off I guess.
I still have to decide whether to stick with G or not. Not will be difficult. If I left, it’d be the third or fourth time, and my moral credibility would be shit. Things toddle along happily, with me thinking, for a man who put so much effort (relatively) into getting me back into bed, you could put a lot more into keeping me there. But not saying as much, because how to put it..