New Year, New Me? Unlikely!

With a new year comes excitement and promises; new year, new me – right? Unlikely.

I’ve never been one for New Year resolutions. In the past I’ve set goals and targets which are promptly forgotten about by the second week of January. Every year I plan to be a slimmer version of myself, a happier version, a more organised version, to keep a cleaner, tidier home. None of this ever works for me, I usually end the year with an extra stone in weight and a messy home. Why set myself up for disappointment?

New Year resolutions make me feel like a failure; and feeling like a failure isn’t particularly motivating.  

I’ll be 34 this year, I’ve tried to change several times and failed almost every time. I’ve come to realise that this is just me. I am a scatterbrain, I’ll always be disorganised and, frankly, a little bit lazy.

I am attempting to organise myself by setting myself to-do lists, most evenings I write a list on my phone of what I would like to achieve the following day, simple things such as one load of washing, replying to emails, posting to instagram. I don’t put too much pressure on myself to complete everything on the list. I have a baby to look after so I’m not going to be hard on myself. Life is unpredictable.

On the days that I feel completely unmotivated and don’t even write a list, instead, if I get anything done, I add those to a blank to-do list, crossing them off as I add them. It may seem a little silly but seeing the list go from nothing to a couple of completed tasks really motivates me and encourages me to do more.

The main thing that I must remember is to be kind to myself. I’m currently working my butt off with both actual work and house work, while exclusively breastfeeding and looking after a baby and an (almost) four year old.

2019 is the year of less pressure and more kindness.