It’s 2012! Everyone party! Oh – we did that already? Now we have to go to work? This is going to be a year full of lots of exciting adventures, escapades and hard hard work of hardness? Oh. Okay…
There’s enough of the mutter mutter ah aha ye… yeh! reflect reflect think about the past and remark on my progress in pretty much all of my journal writing from 2011 that I think that, you know, it surfeits. The appetite for it if not dead is sickening and so this here new year blog post will be all hello future what do you hold instead. I have a few sentences in my head about the last year, what I’ve learned and all that so I’m sure I’ll write about it again at some point, but hopefully not.
There is so much potential in this new year. Although its unseasonable warmth is currently making me a bit nervous. But then I think: surely the world doesn’t end in a misplaced autumn? Surely not. So then I calm down.
My new year’s resolutions for the past two years have been these:
It makes a lot of sense yes?
I write this from the incredible space of my friend and fellow writer Sara Caba‘s amazing flat. Sara and her husband have been travelling around Vietnam and Cambodia for the end/beginning of 2011/2012 and let me stay in their really quite indescribably lovely home for a few weeks. It’s been… medicinal is the word I keep typing and deleting. I mean it’s been like being at a meditation retreat, or how I would imagine that to be. I’ve eaten a lot of brown rice, wholemeal noodles, organic live yoghurt. I’ve typed and written. I’ve stayed out late with my friends. Maybe there’ll be more of this kind of behaviour in 2012. I hope so.