The cold weather that meant you had to change into a warmer coat, which then made you late. And who knows what this little delay in your schedule caused you to miss, maybe a bad bout of traffic, maybe an accident? Perhaps as the result of this you met a lady at the bus stop who you wouldn't usually see. Maybe she inspired you?
Many of us will be familiar with those feelings of shame as we realise (only half way through January) that those good intentions have been abandoned, forgotten or are unravelling before our very peepers. And should we be surprised? January is quite possibly the worst month to be setting oneself ambitious goals for the year ahead.
New Year's Eve is notoriously a time to start afresh: stop smoking or drinking, lose a stone or take up running. The Ancient Babylonians did it, the Romans made promises of change and good behaviour to the god Janus, and in modern times, we sit down with champagne fuelled good intentions which are often due to fail by mid January.
Before meeting my other half I spent the best part of five years navigating the peaks and troughs of single life and know all too well the pain and pleasure of flying solo on special occasions. Here are some of my tips on how I enjoyed, made the most of and kept my sanity/perspective in check at Christmas and many other special occasions.
Most of us are a bit like Walter Mitty aren't we? Daydreaming about what we want rather than going out and getting it. Creating different scenarios in our heads about how we could have acted instead of how we actually DID act. Keeping inside our comfort zones until even that gets uncomfortable. If this sounds like you, please know that you are not alone.
For some people their day-to-day life will be a living embodiment of a Sunday Supplement. They'll know about inflation, drug mules, and the history of Colombia. They'll have a house in London and a house in the country and make their own jam and know where St Bart's is on a map. And they will genuinely, genuinely want to read poetry.