I made my New Year resolutions in December. It wasn’t a long list, and to be honest doing it a month early took care of both Making Better Use Of Your Time and Planning Ahead, which left only Picking Up After Myself and Try Not To Be Such A Muppet on there, once I’d edited it down a little.
I’m not really a fan of resolutions, and now I’m not so brand-new in the world I think I prefer a firmly-set jaw and a general feeling of trying to live a better life, rather than a list of things I haven’t yet failed at. More focus on the wood and not so much on the trees. I’ve got some specifics, though: be less pompous, take more notice of other people, that sort of thing.
Unlike previous years, I’m doing something about them for once. In common with other people reaching thirty and encountering an icily convincing sense of personal mortality for the first time, I started running more often last year: yesterday, in keeping with the other bit about taking more notice of other people in the world, I signed up for the Bath Half Marathon and told Mind I’d raise some money for them.
If you’d like to sponsor me, and have a little bit of my moral high ground make its alluvial way towards your conscience, or perhaps address one of your own resolutions with no more than a couple of clicks of the mouse, or even just lend your support to a group of people working for better mental health for everyone, you can do that here. I know we’re in the throes of economic turmoil, and folding money’s not as easy to come by as it used to be, and if you want to save your endangered pounds for something trivial, like the weekly food shop, then that’s perfectly understandable. But if you’ve got anything left over from eBaying your Christmas presents then there are worse places to put it. Like a bank.
Happy New Year, and here’s to it working out ok for all of us.