It seems like the longest time since I got up in the morning and the first job I did was write my blog. In the six months since I began, that’s how I always intended to do it, and, for a long time, that’s how I did do it. Lately, things have been different. Lately, you might have noticed, other things have begun to get in the way.
Life is like that.
I have spent quite a lot of time in my blogs exhorting all of you to do more, to do better, to take heed of criticism, and to work harder. That goes for me too.
There is no point me making excuses about how hard things can be, about family crises, about ill-health, about unhappiness, about pressures of work. In the end, you just have to get on with things.
From now on, I plan to take a leaf out of a book that I’ve been advocating long and hard that you read. From now on I plan to screw my courage to the sticking place. From now on, I plan not to fail.
It’s easy, isn’t it, to preach and proselytize, especially from a position of health and strength and vitality. It is also easy to make excuses when things start to look and feel difficult.
We live in a culture that is too ready to excuse faint-heartedness. I do not want to feel feeble. I do not want to be patted on the back and told that it will all turn out all right. I want to pull myself together and be instrumental in it turning out all right.
Now, all I have to do is work out how to grab hold of my sock-tops so that I can restore those errant garments to their rightful positions. They are ugly and useless pooled around my ankles, exposing my unsightly limbs, and, while I’m at it, I might just get a wax and a tan, and maybe throw away the socks altogether in favour of something more grown-up, more professional; sexier, even.
It’s time for a change, but it’s useless thinking that change happens on its own.
So... Wish me a firm resolve as I paint a smile on my face, and let’s bring it on, shall we?