On New Years Resolutions
Oh my god, it’s 2015. I don’t know about you, but I can remember thinking “Shit, that’s so far into the future!” back at the start of 2010, as we entered the “double digits” phase of the 21st century.
I’m pretty excited for 2015, particularly as 2014, despite starting well, ended up a complete mess by the end that I am absolutely ready to move on from – boy disasters, work rollercoasters and countless tragedies, a few which affected me personally, meant that by the end I was an emotional wreck. Everything that happened is 2014’s problem and this year can only be better, right? Of course, I’m still an emotional wreck… a little bit. After all, a fireworks show, no matter how spectacular (and Sydney, you really did put on a show!), doesn’t just automatically erase all the hurt and weirdness – although that’d be nice if it did.
I spent my final minutes of 2014 at Dawes Park, in the Rocks on Sydney Harbour, dancing out all my frustrations with a couple of mates. Shortly after we began dancing, we found several cameras turned back on us, instead of focused on the bridge as they might usually be – it was pretty amusing, so keep your eye out for video of three nutjobs dancing to the fireworks and Tame Impala on YouTube.
But before all that dancing took place, my friend E asked me if I had any new years resolutions. I said besides trying to move to France, not really. After all, the specifics of my life have never quite gone to plan, so why try to control them? Plus, setting a goal of eating less chocolate is just never actually ever going to happen, let’s be honest. In fact, I ate chocolate yesterday and again today. Chocolate is my lifeblood.
So instead, I can just try and continue to take advantage of every opportunity that comes my way, to try and learn from my mistakes, to not be afraid to fail as failure can only lead to success in the long term, to keep writing and reading to improve my writing, and to eat as much bloody chocolate as I please, thank you very much.
Oh and maybe I can find more time to sew, I do miss that…
So cheapskates, now it’s your turn, do you make new years resolutions?