Emotionally fraught after three days worth of calm self-reflection, women were not sleeping, having nightmares, leaving the room at 6am for calming swims, dozing off at 6pm, or haggling mindlessly over #firstworldproblems. It turns out that living with yourself is just about the hardest trip you'll ever take.
I know what you're thinking; you don't want to read yet another list of resolutions from another Internet stranger on Huffington Post right? Well, to be honest, I didn't want to write one either. Instead, I feel much more inclined to tell you the things I'm resolved NOT to do when I travel, because apparently I'm contradictory.
I love alcohol. There, I said it. It makes everything more enjoyable. It's been a big factor in some of my closest, most meaningful relationships. In fact, it's the main reason some girls even find me attractive enough to enter a relationship in the first place... So when the people at Dryathlon enlisted me for a month of sobriety in the name of raising money for Cancer Research UK, I felt a tad concerned.
While New Year's resolutions are still fresh, many of us have no doubt been looking at how we spend our time and how we can introduce positive changes this year. Time is precious for all of us, but this is especially true for people who are terminally ill. This affects individuals in different ways but many choose to embrace life as fully as possible and indeed are supported to do this by hospices across the country.
What does being stuck in your 20s look like? Sometimes it means not being able to get out of bed. Other times it means a blizzard of early-morning iPhone alarms, midnight emails, and bloodshot eyes, without time to pause; to recognize that you can't remember the last time when you were actually happy.
In my salad days, I remember scratching my head over Heidegger and his treatise on how the 'the rose is a rose" and that it is not processing the 'why' and 'how' of its existence. You follow? Put another way, nothing is without reason (nihil est sine ratione) but not everything needs to know what that is.
I have great things planned for 2014. Oh, yes. At least two of them. At least two things I want to achieve; at least two things I am resolving - no, resolved - to do. So naturally when I was thinking about this post, I was all set to explain what those things are. Until the book that's been advising me how to do these things told me not to...
The first week of the new-year is traditionally a time when we all resolve to lose 10 pounds, go running every day and abstain from booze, fags and all other vices until daffodils appear. The second week of January is when we decide that we're all going to die anyway, so we might as well have some fun in the time we have left.