Helen sat down with a sigh. It was time to think of a new year’s resolution.
Why do I do this to myself? she pondered. Each year promising myself to do something useful. My spare room is filled with things from years past. The cross stitch still unopened, the exercise bike which I generally hang my ironing on. Shelves stacked with books I never get round to reading, exercise videos that maybe were watched once, and I nearly put my back out with them.
Think I must have tried every avenue to a healthy life. It cost me a fortune in gym membership, even personal trainers. They all fell by the wayside. Even tried volunteering with charities, every time finding out I couldn’t give them the time required with my work schedule.
Would really like to do something out of my comfort zone, skydive, mountaineering, run a marathon but can always find a reason not to do them. My mind’s just going round in circles.
Donating to charities sounds good. I do one at work for children in need. Where do you start? We are bombarded with adverts from every angle. How do you choose any without feeling guilty about the others?
Helen suddenly realised that if you worked to make your world a kinder place maybe that was the best resolution you could make. No more agonising about things that you haven’t done. At sixty years old you have done many things to help people in the past and would continue to be as helpful as possible in the future.
Happy New Year she thought to herself with a sigh of relief.
