Saturday, 4 January 2014
Hello. And a very happy new year to you all! I hope it brings you fine things such as love and happiness and insane moments of hysterical laughter during which it suddenly dawns on you that you may have actually urinated.
Did you enjoy the festivities? Did you put on three stone? Did you catch the annual showing of Matilda on TV and prance around your living room, willing the blinds to shoot up and down with one enthusiastic point of your index finger? Did you consume a little too much mulled wine at the Christmas party and get a little too acquainted with that colleague? Did you? Did you? (If you did do the latter, try not to panic. It's okaaaaay. Eat biscuits. Or perhaps wear a paper bag on your head until June to hide your shamed expression).
As we begin a brand-spanking, shiny New Year, there's one fundamental conversation that we all seem to be having. In fact, I'm almost certain that at this time of year, we're strangely devoid of all other topics. Yup, you've got it. The big 'R' word. Resolutions.
This time last year, after the resolution apocalypse more fondly known as 2012, I invented an, ahem, ingenious theory about how to make resolutions. You should read it. It will change your life.*
Using my ingenious theory about how to make resolutions, I decided to make a couple for 2014. After all, I fully champion the prospect of positive change, and I fully believe that it is within us to better ourselves and our existence as human beings. Preach it. I also can't help but feel like I'm being judged if people ask me what my resolutions are and I say I don't have any. 'Seriously, that giiiiiirl, thinking she doesn't need a resolution, is she del-uuuusional?' Calm your shit, resolution junkies. I sorted it.
Study something/learn something new. I like to learn, I do, I do. Every day's a school day and all that jazz. And so I want to jump on that bandwagon properly and actually study something. At the moment, I'm torn between a social science course, Vietnamese, and how to play ukelele. Maybe I'll go wild and learn all three. Then I can be Vietnamese singing, ukelele-playing social scientist. Is anybody else aroused yet?
Travel to a minimum of 1 country outside of England. During 2013, I didn't leave the Country once. Gulp. I can't be dealing with that again. I want an adventure abroad, and I'm going to have one.
Blog every single week. Yup. You read it right. Last year I was the world's most useless and inconsistent online wordsmith. This year I aim to be better. This year, I will be better. Good luck to you all.
Exercise a minimum of 3 times weekly. Exercise is good for the soul. And the body, of course. Once upon a time, it was one of my favourite things to do. At the moment, our relationship isn't so grand. I will however, rekindle the love affair. Somehow. Once I've finished this pack of biscuits.
Be a do-gooder. I'm a pretty good citizen, I think. I do however also think that there is always so much more that we can be doing for other people and for the little piece of world around us. Coming up with the 'Cuffed for Cancer' initiative, (cue the sexy snap), was one of the most rewarding things that I have ever done. If I can make that bigger and better this year, I'll be giving myself one hearty pat on the back. I'll also be weeping, I expect. Being stuck to another human being for 24 hours was only fun for about 4 hours.
So there we have it. Here's to 2014, and to all of the beautiful and terrible moments it may bring.
What are your resolutions? Will you be wearing a paper bag on your head until June? Tweet me, I'd love to know. @kathyb5710
*I lied. It won't.