Original Work: Next Year by Eleanor St Clair

Next year, I will rise early, and use the time when the house is still, the dog is sleeping, the cat is hunting, to write.
Next year, I will put on my trainers, and run. Running, exploring the countryside, the area I grew up in and then forgot.
Next year, I will apply to more jobs, make smarter applications, be inventive, and choose a dream career.
Next year, I will budget my spending, shop for bargains, save money each month and stop buying rubbish.
Next year, I will eat fruit and vegetables, cook different dishes, lose half a stone and stop eating chocolate.
Next year, next year. But right now, my tummy hurts from that huge Christmas dinner, so let me sleep.
I will dream of next year.