Is it the right consistency? 2018 thoughts

My inconsistency in life is, quite possibly, my least favourite personal quality. I just cannot seem to stick at things, bar a few exceptions, which include: Instagram, reading and my relationship. Unless something offers instant gratification, I struggle to keep at it. It seems a lot of us humans have a problem with this: no dopamine hit, no continuation.

However, it's 2018 and I want to turn things around, a lot of us do. I want to become the person I know I could be: consistent (Q: how many times will this darn word feature here? A: lots and lots and lots), organised and hard-working.

Consistency is an art that few master in a lifetime. It often is fuelled by passion, a thirst for success and general enthusiasm surrounding the activity. I am passionate about blogging and sharing style adventures. Life just sweeps me away, leaving me awash with anxiety about the future and feeling incredibly uncertain and undecided about everything that ever existed and will ever exist.

Life is uncertain, and quite frankly bloody terrifying. But by making smart, informed decisions along the way, we exercise the only small power we have over life: what we choose to do with it.

So, for the New Year, I want to blog consistently (there it is again), re-start my Youtube channel, dress extravagantly with what I already own and to find a personal style which truly represents who I the heck I am (whoever that is).

Let's hope that 2018 is a year of clarity, progression and love.

What are your hopes for the New Year? And what is holding you back from making a go of them?

Thank you for reading my incessant (well, actually not so incessant) rambling.

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