My dear loyal readers, please brace yourselves. This post is real , raw and personal to me.
Every year, like most of you people out there, I try to “better” myself by imposing crazy expectations and restrictions on myself in the belief that I will be happier, more fit and of course find my inner peace. Isn’t that what we all want ? Inner peace 🙂
Some of my go-to resolutions in the past have been:
exercise more
learn to use Photoshop
start meditating
and of course my favourite , stop eating cake for breakfast!
No wait the torture doesn’t end there I have more:
work on communicating better with my family and friends
do more charity work
bake and ice a 7 layer cake
be a mentor to youths in the community
become CPR certified.
Out of these 9 resolutions that I have made in the past few years, I have committed to only one and that’s to do more charity work. The other day my husband burst my bubble and told me that its not technically charity work if the recipients are your kids, but in my defence it’s still my time I’m sacrificing for others sooo potatoe, batata whatever man!
