Apparently, the Monday just gone was "the most depressing day of the year". How could it fail to be, when as soon as you wake up you're being bombarded with depressing images and reminded that you CAN'T possibly be happy today! (If I were ever to get married again, I think I'd schedule the wedding on the third Monday in January, and I'd make all the guests wear fancy-dress).
The reason why the third Monday in January is considered the most depressing is because it's the date by which we've usually trashed all our carefully made resolutions and realised we didn't effect a miraculous change in our personalities dead on the stroke of midnight on 1st January. You just stop kidding yourself.
This year I decided to break all my goals down into bite-sized chunks and review them every month. But I'm already in danger of not achieving them and it's so frustrating. I'm just not a 'goal' person, no matter how hard I try. I think I instinctively rebel against being told what to do even when it's me telling myself! I'm going to have to be a lot more sneaky about goal-achieving in the future. More like "well, if I do that then it's great, but if I don't I won't worry". Except I will really.
I also have an awful habit of leaving things until they get right down to the wire, then working like crazy to get everything finished by a set time (this was basically how I handled my education). But I always - always - got it done on time in the end.
So basically, yes, I'm still the same person I've always been. Despite the magic of a New Year, I'm still flawed old me. But to be honest it didn't take the onset of Monday 17th January for me to realise this. I've always known it.
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