I think I’ve had an epiphany.
Although it seems a bit too simple to be an epiphany… it’s either that, or I’ve realised the bleedin’ obvious.
I have a problem.
I’m in love. Hopelessly in love.
With two different men.
This time last year, I made a Iist. I set myself 13 goals, in the spirit of self-improvement, broadening my horizons and other clichés. And generating blog material.
I achieved about two of them.
So this year, I’m scaling down my expectations.
(Obviously it’d be simpler to just not make any resolutions at all. But where’s the fun in that?)