The New Year is traditionally the time to make resolutions, turn over a new leaf (or several branches if necessary) and gird the loins for the year ahead. Without dissolving into melancholy, it can also be a time for zimbles to look back at the year just gone and consider the lessons learnt.
Some concepts should be obvious from the get go. Take tinsel for instance. One can never have too much tinsel. Red, green, silver or gold, boa-esque or threadbare; it is all good. When you think there might be enough tinsel, by definition, there is not. Find that spare nubbin of Blu-Tack, twirl that banister and loop that lintel. Slide on the sunnies and accept nothing less than a supernova of sparkle! Holly and mistletoe be damned!
Other revelations arrive unexpectedly like coconuts on a tin roof. Stella Artois is not a benevolent society lady who organises charity tennis matches. “A stitch in time saves nine” does not refer to quantum physics and the space time continuum. The Zimble-Mobile, the Nissan Pulsar, is the post-millennium equivalent of the 1979 Datsun 120Y. (Now that hurts.)
The ideas that are most important don’t come suddenly though. They percolate ever so gradually through the thick zimble skull. This year’s idea, when it finally arrived, was a doozy.
Burnout is bad.
Such an obvious concept and yet one so difficult for zimbles.
When you can no longer see it coming, when you think you are fine but you’re not, it is too late. At the 'too late' stage, the only cure is to stop and learn how to say “no”. "No, I won't be able to do that today. Would tomorrow morning be okay?" "No, I can't work that weekend, it's my nephew's birthday party and I want to see the rocket cake," and so on.
By learning that simple word you are doing yourself and everyone around you a big favour. In my own zimbly fashion, that’s what I did this New Year. I also bought some more gold tinsel, which helped enormously.
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