I'm frothing at the mouth in anticipation of the week ahead.
Sunday: Sleep.
The New Year commmenced in typical Sydney style. A dip at the beach to wash the weary taint of work away, followed by a flurry of fireworks and barbequed snags.
A quick scramble for resolutions somehow evolved into a neat little list of ideas.
Ideas vague enough to convince myself that I haven’t let things fall by the wayside:
1. Smile at strangers
2. Don't use reading a book as an excuse to not accept social invites