I don't know about you...but I can't wait to see the back of 2012. Overall, it's been quite a terrible and shitful year. Sure it wasn't all bad. There were some cracking moments, and it's nice to look back at those and smile. But overall, it's been a fucker.
I know I'm not alone. 2012 seems to have been filled with illness, death and hardship for almost everyone I have spoken to. Friends, family and acquaintances alike, everyone seems to have war wounds thanks to the last 12 months.
So here I sit, on the eve of a new year with my fingers crossed. I'm hoping 2013 is a much better year for everyone. It doesn't have to be brilliant. It doesn't have to be amazing. I think most of us would settle for something beige and uneventful. In fact, when talking to a friend recently, we decided that 2013 - the year of 'not-shit' would do us. Honestly, just simple contented happiness is all we're asking for. Maybe even happiness is asking a bit much, all things considered. Look, I'll happily have 12 months of average, thanks very much.
So in thinking about what I'd like the not too distant future to hold, I realised recently that I need a bit more time for me. This year has been about other people and external things like work and study. I think I need to look after myself a bit. I could be a bit healthier (understatement!), and I could do with finding time for inspiring things. Stuff that nourishes who I am. A simple bit of fun.
I've been lucky in that, even in the darkest moments of 2012, I have found moments of brevity. I can always find black humour and laugh whilst crying. I'm lucky that I have someone in Peter, who shares that same headspace. But I guess recently I have had some quite nice moments, and that's made me think. Something as simple as driving home at night on a balmy evening with with car windows down, a breeze rushing past me, singing along to great music and looking at the christmas lights lining the streets can seem like an incredibly special thing. Joy in the moment.
I think I've been so worried about life, or thinking about stuff that has to be done, my brain hasn't had any calm space for a number of months now. And maybe that's my resolution for 2013. I know the ticking over of a clock from 12pm 2012 to 12:01 2013 won't make a difference in the scheme of things. But I do like the symbolism of a new year. The shedding of what was, and the promise of what can be. New years always feel like a clean slate.
So 2012 - good bye from me. You've been an arse of a year. But those of us who survived you are stronger for doing so, and hopefully a bit wiser too. Here's to 2013 - a lucky 13 I'm hoping. I wish you all a safe and happy celebration. May your new year find you happy and with those who love you. So here's to a clean slate and perhaps a year of 'not shit'. Fingers crossed.
I know I'm not alone. 2012 seems to have been filled with illness, death and hardship for almost everyone I have spoken to. Friends, family and acquaintances alike, everyone seems to have war wounds thanks to the last 12 months.
So here I sit, on the eve of a new year with my fingers crossed. I'm hoping 2013 is a much better year for everyone. It doesn't have to be brilliant. It doesn't have to be amazing. I think most of us would settle for something beige and uneventful. In fact, when talking to a friend recently, we decided that 2013 - the year of 'not-shit' would do us. Honestly, just simple contented happiness is all we're asking for. Maybe even happiness is asking a bit much, all things considered. Look, I'll happily have 12 months of average, thanks very much.
So in thinking about what I'd like the not too distant future to hold, I realised recently that I need a bit more time for me. This year has been about other people and external things like work and study. I think I need to look after myself a bit. I could be a bit healthier (understatement!), and I could do with finding time for inspiring things. Stuff that nourishes who I am. A simple bit of fun.
I've been lucky in that, even in the darkest moments of 2012, I have found moments of brevity. I can always find black humour and laugh whilst crying. I'm lucky that I have someone in Peter, who shares that same headspace. But I guess recently I have had some quite nice moments, and that's made me think. Something as simple as driving home at night on a balmy evening with with car windows down, a breeze rushing past me, singing along to great music and looking at the christmas lights lining the streets can seem like an incredibly special thing. Joy in the moment.
I think I've been so worried about life, or thinking about stuff that has to be done, my brain hasn't had any calm space for a number of months now. And maybe that's my resolution for 2013. I know the ticking over of a clock from 12pm 2012 to 12:01 2013 won't make a difference in the scheme of things. But I do like the symbolism of a new year. The shedding of what was, and the promise of what can be. New years always feel like a clean slate.
So 2012 - good bye from me. You've been an arse of a year. But those of us who survived you are stronger for doing so, and hopefully a bit wiser too. Here's to 2013 - a lucky 13 I'm hoping. I wish you all a safe and happy celebration. May your new year find you happy and with those who love you. So here's to a clean slate and perhaps a year of 'not shit'. Fingers crossed.
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