I have only ever succeeded at keeping one of my New Year’s resolutions. It was years ago, when I was living in London, and I promised myself for the duration of the year I would take the stairs instead of an escalator or lift (this resolution doesn’t make much sense in Australia, where we don’t travel across cities by underground train).
I don’t know what made that one stick, but apart from that year, many moons ago, I have failed at every January promise I’ve ever made. To exercise daily, to make my bed in the morning, to wake up earlier, spend less money, only order take-out on the weekend, learn French, do more DIY, stretch before bed, spend less time scrolling, the list goes on. Every resolution I have…
