Evidently, discipline is not one of my strong points.
The other day I resolved to go to bed at exactly 10:30 on all weeknights.
The following day, I was given a copy of The Hunger Games by Alex and ended up staying up till half past twelve at night to finish it.
I have also recently resolved (my life is full of random resolutions) to make "To Do" lists each night. This invariably happens the next day over breakfast instead.
Don't even ask about the resolution to start exercising on a regular basis again.
Maybe I should resolve to follow through with some more of my resolutions.
One thing which I have noticed though, is that everyday things keep reminding me about this ill treated blog.
A request to make a birthday cake, followed by a request to make 80 birthday cupcakes.
Late night urges to bake a batch of cookies.
The smell of sweet and spicy hot cross buns wafting out of a bakery.
Hot, gooey Nutella spread thickly over a home made crepe and folded over to perfection.
There really is nothing like that experience you get when you bite into something made with care and joy.
