Waking up on the 31st of December with a throat feeling like a cheese grater, the snottiest nose ever and a migraine so bad I could hear colours, wasn't exactly how I wanted to kick off the new year. I had this big plan in my head to get back into back into blogging and really hunker down with my uni work, the 1st of January being a Monday was just so satisfying to me, But alas, the universe laughs at those who makes plans and I have now been completely out of action for the best part of 9 days, nursing the flu/virus/infection from hell.
In my anal little brain, I thought that because I hadn't managed to stick to my goals for the first of January, the rest of the month, hell, THE REST OF THE YEAR was a complete write off. Now that I am more or less out the other side with the worst flu I have ever had, I realise how ridiculous that is. There is so much pressure from all angles that January is this big clean slate, this fresh start and that we need to achieve everything in the very first month of the year, that it can be easier to lose sight of the other 11 months. Yes, I am behind but I have another 357 days to make the most of.
I know that a lot of people find these posts a little bit same-y and I understand that, I really do, but I think a huge part of why we write them is for ourselves. Not only as a cathartic exercise but also something to look back on at the end of the year, to see what we have achieved and what still needs a little work. So heres to things looking up for 2018 >Read More