NEW YEARS EVE. People love a clean start don't they? Who can blame us really, the dream in many cases is wishing we could start over and a new year is the closest we'll ever come to that. 2011 was a tough one for me personally...I won't go into it...mainly because I'm sick of talking about it and also, there are many who are worse off than me and I don't want to fucking moan.
I'm going to reflect in pictures, it's easier.
This year I moved from the hot, dry city of Perth in Western Australia to the leafy, cultural city of Melbourne. Resolution number one: Embrace my new home. Explore it's crevices and make it mine. It was voted the most liveable city in the world this year...who the fuck am I to argue with the statistics?
I went for a month long trip to the city that I hold close to my heart back in October. Nothing has changed about how I feel about London, but my experiences there and crushed expectations have inspired me to make some important decisions. Resolution number 2: Nostalgia is for the weak and worrying about the future gives you wrinkles. Live in the now and choose better men, friends and luggage. Rubbish ones will only slow you down.
My world is full of colour...and I wouldn't have it any other way. But my wardrobe is bursting with rainbow hues that I just no longer wear. Resolution 3: Strip back and embrace the chic. Quality over quantity and all that jazz.
I've made some great friends this year and I've been disappointed by a few as well. I have drifted from some and have been pleasantly surprised to have a few drift back in. But that's life yeah? Number 4: Instead of spending energy on cutting people off and forcing issues, nurture and appreciate the good ones. The keepers.
This humble blog has taken me down roads I only dreamed of when I stared it 2 years ago. I have my own column in 2 publications, I guest write for a mirage of blogs, I've worked closely with people I admire and met a bunch of people who have done nothing but enrich my life. Reso #5: Work like a boss and take my money a little more seriously.
Eat better. Not to lose weight as such although Lord knows I could stand to lose a few, I just want to be a little more aware about what goes into my gob. Fruit, veg and grilled protein. All the exciting stuff basically :/ But there is no way in HELL I am giving up cheese, coffee or wine. Resolutions are all fine and well but I'm fucked if I'm gonna be boring.
Finish the OWL book.
The mothership resolution that is the umbrella for the others: Smell the roses. Expect the best and prepare for the worst. Life goes on and there are highs and there are lows, the highs are great and make life worth living, the lows are inevitable and can make it difficult to get out of bed...but them's what stops you from becoming a spoilt brat innit?
Happy New Year Owlies. We're only going to have the same resolutions in 365 days time anyway, but like most things, the best you can do is try. Do what feels good and take your fuck ups on the chin. Now let us drink x
