This years resolutions

Why wait until January to make resolutions, sure that's when the new year begins but it's a bit like the concept of only starting a diet on a Monday. It's a way to delay the inevitable, procrastination at it's finest. So I'm thinking if you want to make changes well then starting making them now. In the middle of October no one will be expecting it and also no one really has to know if all your resolutions go to shit. 

 So here's what I've been thinking and no, I have no plans to change the world, just the tiny world that I inhabit. Recently ( as in twice this week) I have managed to make it to the beach for a proper walk which is virtually unheard of for me. Even though I am regularly willing to drive to Clonmel to workout I'd be hard pushed to drive out to Tramore for a walk because I am that weird sort of lazy. Clearly I am missing out because I know Tramore is at it's most popular in the summer when the amusements and 'casinos' ( I use the word lightly because Monte Carlo it isn't) are in full swing but actually I like it a lot better at this time of year when It's quiet and practically deserted and the sea is all wild. I am the kind of person who will be walking along the beach thinking this is really nice I should do this more often and then I won't venture out again for another two to three months.

 I am going to do more, no really this time I mean it. Tomorrow night I will be going to my third play in the last three months which I think is three more than I went to last year. What the hell, Laura. There's more to life than books and crossfit (which how a ridiculous amount of my free time is spent) and I know I already vowed to get out more and look at me I'm doing it. Maybe I'm doing it in increments but it still counts. I find I tend to give out that's there's never any good cultural stuff down here and when it happens I decide I'm too busy/lazy/broke (delete as applicable) and continue the drudgery of my day to day life. If I could do it once a month I'd be happy just one play or show or something a bit different and maybe I'll be less likely to end up a hermit on the side of a mountain with some goats in 40 years time ( seems more likely than mad cat lady) 

 I'm going to socialize more without alcohol until it becomes slightly less terrifying a concept. I've never liked those people who insist on telling you they are great craic without drink, it really annoys me. Now I know there are people who can have a perfectly good time without a drink (and there's a part of me that wants to kidnap them and not let them go until they tell me their secret) but those are not the people who advertise themselves as the most fun ever. I am not there yet, I am not even nearly there yet. I am still girl on the fringes of a conversation doing my best how to be socially awkward impression but damn it feels good to not wake up weighed down by a hangover. My hangovers were epic, I mean no-one ever felt the need to make a movie about one of them but I suffered like a suffery thing or a suffragette. I don't think I can use suffragette in that context which is a shame because it feels so appropriate. So I shall persevere until such a time as I return to alcohol or learn to cope without it. 

 I think three is just fine for now, I am not Bridget Jones so I don't need a list of impossibilities, targets that I'll never meet. I am happy enough with my odd number and the sense that I might actually achieve these things and I can be all smug because I didn't wait until the new year to have these resolutions

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