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JANUARY

 Its hard to believe that that is a month down already. Like many I tried and failed to set resolutions (even when I said they weren’t actually resolutions - I seem to fail that way)
  I always seem to struggle in January whether it be mentally or physically but mostly mentally. This time is no exception. Grief mixed with anxiety and depression aren’t a good mix. I’ve had a cloud over me all month in various shades of gray / black. I’m sure if we had the chance to hibernate like animals a lot of us would. It’s hard to get things done when you have no energy and just want to do nothing.
   The month brought a few days that I’m grateful that I did instead of saying no thanks. Who new the  panto of Cinderella would bring a days worth of smiles. A gin party among family and friends was another good night. Surprisingly sivalised for the bunch of people that were there lol
    I’ve managed to carry on my volunteering and art class which makes me happy. Familiar faces and not being judged, even if I’m the one judging myself. I would love to think I could do more with the art but lack of confidence is holding me back. When you don’t think you have talent it makes it harder to do anything.
   Beauty wise I’ve found Kiehls. More on the Percy side for some bits that Ive tried but you don’t need a lot so each product lasts a long time. I’m just trying to find what’s right for my body.
  I set myself the challenge of reading 4 books this month and failed miserably with not even managing one. A few books that I like the sound of so will have to try get them to read. 10,000 steps a day was another challenge that was set and failed through out the month. For one the weather playing part in me wanting to walk. I mean would you walk in snow thick on the ground or falling heavy from the sky. I so wish I could start the challenge that I got a decent part through last year (it will be this years target) Motivation was another factor that failed. Even though I have set myself a target it’s not motivating.

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