Framing a picture of the year lying ahead

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Have you kept yours?

Little over a week into the new year, and studies suggest that more than one quarter of us will already have given up on any resolutions made as the clock chimed midnight last Wednesday.

Still warm in the glow of the festive season, promises seemed so easy to keep.

We may have tried and failed before, but with a new year comes new optimism. It doesn’t matter if we have the willpower of a six-year-old sat in front of a bag of sweets. And who cares if we’ve made the same resolution at the beginning of every month for the past year? 2015 will be different. Or so we tell ourselves.

It’s not surprising to hear the most popular resolutions – I’d imagine they’ve barely changed in the last 20 years.

Eat less, exercise more. Standard. Be better with finances. Find a new job. Work harder at current job.

Work harder at current relationship. Work harder at life. May have made that last one up, but it’s good to have a catch-all.

Personally, I’ve never been a fan of the new year’s resolution. Well, not publicising them at least.

Tell everyone in the office that you’ve changed your ways, will stop accompanying every cup of tea with a packet of chocolate Hobnobs, and you’re setting yourself up to fail.

For that one biscuit that you try and sneak a dunk of in mid-February will be spotted, and colleagues will berate you the rest of the year for it.

No, any changes that are made are usually kept to oneself.

Haven’t told anyone that I’m taking the stairs to the office every morning, replacing the glass elevator (easy to spot) with four flights at the back of the building.

Haven’t mentioned that sweets won’t pass my lips on weekdays in January (resolution rule number one: set attainable targets – one month is enough for any woman to start with).

And yours truly hasn’t shared the fact that she’s promised herself to take at least one photograph every day for a year.

Why, I hear you ask. To see if I can. To set a challenge and stick to it. To have something to look back at in 12 months time and think, yeah, that was a pretty good year. Hopefully. Take your pick.

Eight days in, eight snapshots taken.

Let’s see how big the album is in a year’s time...