New beginnings or old habits die hard?

Well another year has dawned and how many resolutions will be made and broken this month? Every year I would make the resolution to remember everyone’s birthdays, to detox, write more, make myself trendy and gorgeous, slim down to a svelte size 8 again, new hair, new do, new me, but it never really happens, why? Is it the can’t be arsed syndrome I suffer from daily, partially or is it just that the make myself trendy and gorgeous and slim just isn’t me. I’m happy being me, in my jeans and T shirt, playing board games and computer games, sandwiched in between detective dramas on telly and a spot of reading or knitting or cross stitch. Every year a birthday escapes me and I end up feeling awful, what if they think I love them any less because I forgot? Not the fact that I’ve inherited my mothers sieve for brain and it totally went the way of every other new years resolution. As for detoxing, if you could make a salad as appealing as a bag of chips then I’d be all over that, but it isn’t. So don’t judge me as I stuff myself with remaining festive chocolate its just too delicious to ignore. But there is one thing on this list of resolutions I am determined to do more of this year. Write. Yep I said it, it’s going to happen. The one resolution that is not going to escape this time. I have a new determination with the dawning of 2016. My pen is metaphorically beating me over the head willing me to write. It will not be ignored any more. So with that here’s a little poem written last night…

Slumbering still

The night drifts on

Myriad dreams

But I have one

Pen brushes paper

A world awakes

One chapter down

Daylight breaks