I am writing this from the promise of the weekend. Where plans can be made without weekday pressures, where oaths can be made to oneself that the next week will be the beginning of something new.
But today is Monday, a day where the promises we made to ourselves can so easily be thrown aside for a sneaky Kit Kat from the vending machine, when tiredness gives way to popping on the slippers instead of lacing up the runners.
Today, I go on the record to say ‘this week will be different’. It’s a phrase that has echoed in my mind for months, but resolve weakens as soon as I have to actually DO something about it. Continue reading