You'll get the picture when I tell you that I have been meaning to write about progress on my New Year's resolutions for, well, months. Summer came along, the days were sunny and too hot to do anything other than go to the seaside, or wait until the cool of evening to water the allotment and my mid year review was set aside.
So to get things rolling, let's take as a benchmark my first school report, a report of such goody-two-shoesness that it was framed and put on display on my bedroom, presumably so that I would aspire ever after to such heights. It proved hard to live up to, which is probably why my resolutions have become ever more modest, and most frequently condensed into one or two words. This year it was to be bolder, supplemented by a few aims to be greener, healthier, thriftier.
First, my intention to walk ten thousand steps a day or learn how to use the outdoor gym in Mile End Park were gently dropped, a far cry from my days as an "active agile little girl". Exercising my "excellent creative writing" by paying attention to my blog was, and still is, slack. Likewise, my "fluent, intelligent reading" has plumbed such depths that I've decided to clear my bedside table of those piles of unread books because they just make me feel guilty. As for my "well-finished needlework", one summer skirt remains half finished, another has progressed no further than being cut out and tied up neatly. A multiple-size dress pattern has been neatly cut out to my size, gently folded, and put back in the envelope.
My achievements are scant: a quarter completed crochet blanket, to assist further slothfulness come winter; plenty of restyled clothes from my wardrobe or charity shop buys; using my bike instead of my car as much as possible. My overarching ambition of "being bolder" I must pronounce a dismal failure although there are one or two minor achievements that I might mention later. All the while, the leaves are crinkling and autumn is nearly upon us.
Overall a resounding "must do better", I think. And I've started already...
PS When I checked on the etymology of the word sloth and found that it is sometimes used as the collective noun for a company of bears. Sounds delightful and most appropriate in my case.