It was with a feeling of optimism that I put up a new wall planner for next year in my office yesterday.
While I’m not a
fan of Christmas particularly and find it a hard time of year to enjoy, I genuinely like New Year. It may be arbitrary, but I like the
fresh start. Somehow, sticking an empty calendar up underlines the potential
for a change of approach, casting aside the shackles of the past twelve months
to look ahead with positivity.
My only problem is I find it hard to stay this buoyant for long (I'm the same at sea); life is challenging. But as I sit in my office writing this, the nearly blank wall chart in front of me goes some way toward flushing out the cynicism and self-doubt that’s often just a few short mental steps away; perhaps keeping an empty diary is the only way to maintain it.
All in all, 2017 hasn’t been a bad year, but I wouldn’t say it’s been easy; I don’t suppose it ever is. That said, I’m looking forward to the promise of a new beginning that January will bring; I know this sounds like an empty cliché, but it’s true; I’d like to thank the people at Staples for the annual reminder.
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My only problem is I find it hard to stay this buoyant for long (I'm the same at sea); life is challenging. But as I sit in my office writing this, the nearly blank wall chart in front of me goes some way toward flushing out the cynicism and self-doubt that’s often just a few short mental steps away; perhaps keeping an empty diary is the only way to maintain it.
All in all, 2017 hasn’t been a bad year, but I wouldn’t say it’s been easy; I don’t suppose it ever is. That said, I’m looking forward to the promise of a new beginning that January will bring; I know this sounds like an empty cliché, but it’s true; I’d like to thank the people at Staples for the annual reminder.