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Tuesday, 16 September 2014


As much as I love making promises I hate making promises. Let me explain.
I can't quite remember when it went wrong, but one day I caught myself making one of those everyday promises, as simple as "see you tomorrow", and I knew at the back of my mind... that it wouldn't happen. The previous time I said that phrase shit happened and I couldn't see that person the next day. Either I got stuck in a horrible traffic jam or just plain overslept, but the point is - I broke the "promise". Ok, it does sound dumb but when I say "sure, I'll be there" or "I've got a ton of time today, I'll do it, don't worry" - I won't. It's got to a point when my friends stop me in the middle of "see you..." because they know I suck at keeping the most stupid promises and the simplest everyday situations are ruined due to Morphy's law or whatever you call it.
Now, taught by bitter experience, the only thing I can promise without fear of shit happening is that shit WILL happen. Not pessimistic, I've just learnt to take it for the fact and live my life accordingly.
But why am I telling you all this? Oh, because I'll be running this series of posts where I share my habits, whether good or bad, and dwell on them in a matter of a page.

red planner notebook on the table
pages of an open notebook