I had a bit of a shock this month.
I was at my sister’s party, and afterwards the photos were all over Facebook.
I saw one of myself, sitting in a chair, with my flab bulging over my waistline, holding a cigarette in one hand and a glass of Diet Coke in the other. Although it’s a party, I’m not mingling and chatting, but sitting with my partner.
“What a perfect ‘Before’ picture,” I thought. “It shows all the things I wanted to change.”
And then it hit me.
This isn’t ‘Before’. This is over HALFWAY THROUGH my Dodo to Dynamite in a Year self-improvement challenge.
Which is why I’m blushing!
You’re a creative person.
You’re full of exciting ideas – if you could only decide which to start on first.
You’ve got the skills to make something good – maybe even something amazing.
Yet somehow you never seem to have enough time to… well… create anything.
You start projects, but they never get finished.
Those brilliant ideas lose their savour halfway through, so nothing feels good enough.
You go over things in your head so many times that they’re so familiar, you have a feeling they’re not original – that you must have heard them somewhere else.
And life gets in the way, and it seems self-indulgent to waste time on your personal creative projects when there are so many more important calls on your attention.
So you end up with a handful of crumpled dreams.
He’s out there again.
Only this time, he’s holding a saw.
And I’m getting more anxious every time I look out of the window.
I don’t know what to do.
The thing is… I really wish my partner would stop doing the gardening.
You see, my idea of gardening is chucking a few flowers into plant pots and mowing the lawn once every spring.
Occasionally I’ll glance out of the window and see my beloved flowers hanging over the side of the pots, doing an impression of parched men crawling across a desert. Then I leap outside to water them. And then the ungrateful things die anyway.
Wow! I’m already halfway through my Dodo to Dynamite in a Year self-improvement challenge.
If you’re wondering why I’m dressed like Scarlett O’Hara this month, it’s because the months have Gone With the Wind and I can’t believe how quickly it all happened.
The trouble with saying, “Oh, well! Tomorrow is another day!” is that you can say the same tomorrow, and the next day, and the next…
And nothing ever gets better.
You’ve heard the story so many times before.
And now you’re hearing it again.
Yes, your friend is telling you their problems, and you’re listening and trying to be sympathetic.
But inside, you’re thinking:
Not this again! If you’re not happy with your life, why don’t you actually change it instead of giving me earache about it?
You’ve already given all the sympathy you can give.
You’ve talked through all their options, and they don’t want to choose any of them.
You’ve given your advice – and they’ve decided not to take it.
And you’ve reached the point where you’ve had enough.