Finally done.
You ready? I was born ready.
Ready for a nap, that is.
Why do so many of do this to ourselves? Every January, I make a promise to myself that next year will be different. I vow Christmas will be simple, elegant, restrained and nice, that I will not run myself ragged and will cut down on the sheer volume of gatherings. I promise myself not to overspend, overindulge, work myself into a frenzy or build up my expectations so high they can never be reached. And every year, I find myself overspending, hungover, tired, cranky and disappointed in my less-than-elegant trimmings and family get-togethers.
So, after (yet another) meltdown of complaints and criticisms, I apologise to those who heard them.
And I vow -honest this time- next year will be different.
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