Here’s To Another Year

I may be a bit late to the party, but we’re only two weeks into 2018, so I guess it’s still okay to wish everybody a Happy New Year. Hopefully it will turn out a good one for all of us.

Of course I came up with a handful of resolutions, like, um, be a little more active on my blog maybe… you can already see how well that is working out. At least I managed the exercise-and-eat-healthier part all right. I even forced to kids to eat salad last Saturday, and I’m still alive to tell the tale.

Usually on New Year’s Eve, I fall quiet around midnight, with half of me wanting to sing Auld Lang Syne, and the other half craving to hear the bells of St. Stephen’s Cathedral and subsequently waltz into the New Year like I used to do in Vienna. Living in Germany now, I get to do neither, so I just settle for watching the fireworks and let the past year’s fears and worries get born away, one colorful explosion at a time. Then I go back inside with the blessed feeling of a tabula rasa, ready to start over. This year, I somehow missed the magical moment where everything resets. Probably because it was a super stormy night, the teenagers from vis-à-vis were drunk as hell, and one could never be quite sure which way their fireworks would take off. The little girl got scared, the bottle of sparkling wine got blown off the wall and shattered before anyone had more than one sip, and in the end I went inside with an unsatisfied, pissed off feeling. One year swished off into the next, and that was that.

I’m still hopeful. The world isn’t half as going down the drain as it sometimes looks. There’s good things, and good people, everywhere. Be one of them, and be vocal. Oh, and plant flowers.

PS: Here’s a free book for you to start off… okay, maybe not exactly start… whatever.



About angelikarust

My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English. No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
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