Shut up and breathe
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My name is Aspasia. Every year as I approach the end of February I get that mildly sinking feeling that comes from recognising that perhaps the grand resolutions I made may not be panning out quite as successfully as anticipated in the alcohol fueled daze of January 1.
Perhaps you too know this feeling as you recognise that certain undertakings made so brightly on that first day of the New Year might still be firmly lodged on the to-do list around February 29. I’m not alone. Apparently research shows that more than half of the resolutions made, fail. To break this cycle of despond I decided that this year I should rather reset as opposed to resolve.
How, you ask? By starting with the basics. First up I’m fixing my breathing.
Perhaps you too know this feeling as you recognise that certain undertakings made so brightly on that first day of the New Year might still be firmly lodged on the to-do list around February 29. I’m not alone. Apparently research shows that more than half of the resolutions made, fail. To break this cycle of despond I decided that this year I should rather reset as opposed to resolve.
How, you ask? By starting with the basics. First up I’m fixing my breathing.
