It’s New Year’s Day. Some people rang in 2018 full of optimism for the year ahead. I woke up this morning wishing that I lived in Scotland so I could have an extra day’s holiday.
I’m tired. I’m bored of everything that’s on TV. I’m getting increasingly annoyed at all the social media posts declaring “New year, new me”. It might well be a new year, but the “new” you will still have a lot of the old you in them. People who hop on board that train never really change; they just find other, better ways to disguise who they really are. They fool others, even themselves, into thinking that they are a different person to who they were before until inevitably, the mask slips.
I’m not in the mood to be positive, sorry about that. Maybe I will feel that way in a day or two. For now, I just want to sleep for an age. Happy New Year and all that.
So here we are, 2017. Doesn’t seem too bad so far, but then it’s only day one. God knows what’s going to happen over the next 364 days. Plus I haven’t been out of the house and done anything today. I did go to bed at 3:20am. I didn’t even party hard last night (not that I do anyway on NYE), I was at my sister’s having a meal and being slumped on her couch watching the Hootenanny. Me and the parents ended up walking home at 1:25am as there were no taxis to be had, but it was all good as we’re only 15 minutes walk away. Plus it was a nice experience, walking along, having total strangers you meet along the way wish you a happy new year and vice versa. We got home and for some reason ended up watching an episode of Marple before hitting the sack. Hardcore.
As for today, I’ve just been sat inside watching TV and thinking about catching up on my sleep. I did try a nap earlier, having only got six and a half hours sleep, however I find it difficult to sleep in the day. I am faring better than many though. I don’t drink much and I didn’t have a drop of alcohol last night, so it’s only tiredness I was feeling this morning, not that I am bragging about it. I’ve also tried to do a bit of writing today. Actual pen in hand writing in a notebook. I’ve been doing it a bit more over the last few months, as I tried the “bullet journal” thing. I’m still doing it,however it’s less making note of things to do or events and more noting down all the ideas and random thoughts in my head now. And I’m absolutely crap at all the arty/crafty stuff that some bullet journalers do with theirs, but that’s not really necessary. I do use a lot of those little post-it thingies in it though. I use them to mark important pages and also where I’ve written something really good that I can put on the blog.
I am intending to blog a lot more this year and do more photography. I got my big camera out yesterday and there’s an online photography course I started a while ago that I want to complete. I’m having a go at film photography again too, using one of those little Lomography cameras. I really want to engage in my hobbies again, as I don’t think I’ve had as much chance over the last year, or just didn’t feel like it.
Well this is getting a bit of a long and rambling post, so I’ll leave it here.
Happy New Year.
The first month of the year is almost over. Admit it, you broke all your New Year’s Resolutions during the first week. The “New You” you were going to become is still the “Old You” because you thought that the “New You” you wanted to be was too hard to achieve.
It was with a degree of positivity that I welcomed in 2014. To be honest, I’d had enough of 2013 by the time August came around and I was just hanging round waiting for the rest of the year to hurry up and end. I wasn’t expecting everything to change overnight (I mean how unrealistic would that be?), but I at least hoped that I could maintain a positive attitude until at least the 14th of January. As it is, the people and things and that pissed me off and stressed me out last year are still doing so this year. In fact it almost feels like they are doing so more than ever. Either they have got worse, or my level of tolerance towards them has reached an all time low. Whatever it is, it seems like the new year is already turning out to be like the old year.
I spent New Year’s Eve flicking between Gary Barlow and Jules Holland’s Hootenanny and watching my town ring in 2014 on Animal Crossing New Leaf. Needless to say my villagers seemed to be partying a lot harder than I was last night. Did have an excuse though, I was at work as normal, which sucked a bit. It should be illegal to work on the last day of the year. Or I should get a job that doesn’t require me to be in work on that day. Still wouldn’t mean that I would get into the New Year spirit, but I would feel a bit less tired.
Anyway, 2014 is here. Let’s hope it is an improvement on last year.
So here we are in 2013. Still looks a lot like 2012 at the moment. Sure the skies here are just as dull as they were yesterday, but that’s British weather for you. I hope that you are all OK today after the madness of last night, however you were spending it. I managed to get myself out of bed at 11am even though I could have spent longer in there. Not because of suffering the effects of “overindulgence”, far from it, but because, well, there’s sod all else to do on New Year’s Day really isn’t there? You don’t feel like going anywhere, there’s nothing on TV – well there’s Up on BBC1 this evening but not much else (Disney Pixar films have pretty much been the highlight of the Christmas and TV schedules this year).
The only other things to do besides recovering from the night before, is to put up the calendars, start filling in the diaries (well, the page for your personal details at least) and text, tweet and/or Facebook message every person you didn’t manage to last night before the networks and websites collapsed from the weight of everyone wishing each other a Happy New Year. Oh and ponder those New Year’s Resolutions, if you’ve actually made any. I’ve never really made a great effort with those to be honest. Sure there a re a few that I have made in the past – learn to drive (I’ll get round to that this year), finally stop biting my nails (that too), look for another job (do you see a pattern emerging here?), but it’s never been a big deal if I haven’t managed to keep them. The way I see it New Year’s Resolutions are made to be broken until you finally manage to stick with them, however long it takes, if that makes sense. I suppose the only one that I can make that I have any real chance of keeping, is to keep being a good person, but keep trying to be a better one. I know there’s a better chance of keeping that than any relating to starting a diet or going to the gym, which in my case is never, ever, going to happen.
Anyway, today we can all have a rest. Tomorrow is when we’ll start really grabbing the year by its nethers. Or maybe the day after.
Happy New Year.
And so another year ends. It only seems like yesterday 2012 started and now here we are on the 31st December (well, I am at the time of writing this. It’s probably already the 1st January when you’re reading this. Or later).
To be honest, I’ve always thought that New Year’s Eve was overrated. Even as a kid, I’d rather go to bed than take up my mum and dad’s offer of staying up until midnight. These days, I’ll end up staying up until 1 or 2 in the morning but more down to watching the celebrations unfold on TV than partying myself. Let’s face it, you’re either watching Jools Holland’s Hootenanny, laughing at how they are trying so hard to act like they’re broadcasting live on New Year’s Eve when it was actually recorded a month earlier, you’re getting sloshed in some pub or club that’s charging three times the normal amount for a pint, or you’re at a house party still getting sloshed (on booze that you got on special offer at Asda). Then there’s the way that the entire mobile phone network goes into meltdown the moment you text your family and friends Happy New Year as the clock strikes twelve.
At this point in time, there’s often the urge to look back on the year gone by. The media bombard us with reviews of the year, while a lot of us may take a moment to reflect on the last twelve months of our own lives. Personally, I would prefer to look forward rather than back. Sure 2012 did have some good moments – the Olympics, the Paralympics, Manchester City winning the Premier League (sorry but I had to put that in somewhere), the Jubilee, the world not ending (in your face, Mayans). My personal highlight was finally getting to see one of my favourite bands, Coldplay, in concert. However, despite these good things, 2012 wasn’t exactly the best year for me, for a lot of reasons. Not a total annus horribilis, but not exactly one to file under “OMG THAT WAS THE BEST YEAR EVER!”
As the final hours of the year tick away, I am hoping that 2013 is going to be a good one. Not just for me, but for my family, my friends and everyone else. I hope that people find happiness. I hope that people are healthy, and remain so. I’ve seen the inside of hospitals (as a visitor) more times this year than I can remember. I hope that all the people I know and love get what they want and deserve. Most of all, I hope 2013 is a fucking awesome year for everyone.
Bring it on.