I have ten hours to create a miracle. I hope I do it. I'm visualizing myself doing it. There's a lot riding on this. Hmm, nothing like a bit of pressure! 2.30 pm, is going to be my finest hour. Actually, what I'm hoping is - by 1pm or 2 at the latest, everything will be done and dusted, and I'm lounging back with a nice cuppa, and a well deserved feet up on the sofa.
At 3.45pm this afternoon, I am treating myself to a massage. I hope it is going to be an aromatherapy one. I definitely deserve it, after the last two weeks of major stress. And I'm also glad I chose this form of self-reward, instead of food.
Another step in changing my habits.
One day, that cuppa and feet up will be after a physical challenge. Something like having walked a 5K. Swum a mile in less than an hour. Cycled 15 miles...
It is exactly 2 weeks to the end of January. Wonder what I can accomplish by then?