As usual, I’m late with my Happy New Year posting, but you know how it is, with school holidays and kids home and better things to do than to sit at the computer trying to come up with something witty to say. Now the holidays are over, the house is empty save for me and the furries, and I have a cat on my lap and a ginormous cup of coffee next to my keyboard.
Yeah, some people will tell you there’s more important stuff than getting all excited over the fact that our planet completed another circle around some distant celestial object, but a new year has been associated with a new beginning for quite some time, and there’s always something magical about new beginnings, so don’t let anyone spoil it for you by being all realistic about it, or, to quote Billy Joel, I’ve been a fool for lesser things.
Speaking of realistic… resolutions, anyone? We can be realistic about those, if you like. I, personally, have decided to go get me some new jeans in 2019, because due to me absolutely detesting clothes shopping, I’m currently down to two pairs, both of which are either developing or already sporting some very fine holes at knee level. That’s the realistic part. Less so, in no particular order, are: actually show up when the blood donation bus comes around, carve out some time to volunteer for homeless or other people in need, and just generally try a little harder, live a little healthier, be less avoidant of people. There’s probably more, but I suppose you get the picture and have similar thoughts in mind. Let’s see where they take us, and let’s remember that perfection is a myth, but let’s also remember that we generally feel better if we can honestly tell ourselves we’re doing something right, or have at least not given up trying. Thanks for coming to my pep talk.
As to plans, 2019 will see another installment of my Resident Witch series – sorry to the handful of people who’ve actually been waiting for that. I know it’s taking longer than any other of my books so far. I’m blaming Trump and the state of the world, for being a drain on anyone’s creative energy. Beyond that, I’m not sure, but writer me seems to be back from her hopeless sulk, so stay tuned, you might be surprised.
I hope you have brilliant plans of your own, ideas to develop, projects to lose yourselves in. Be happy, be you, be the person you want to be. Don’t listen to anyone, unless it’s a dog.
Happy New Year, may there be love and sunshine, fairy tales and unicorns, hope and cake.
A happy new year to you! Your resolutions, getting out of the shell more, sound much like mine 🙂 I hope you’re feeling better than you sound, or, if you don’t, you’ll feel better soon. Cheers!
No worries, I’m on the mend. And once I’m over this stupid cold, 2019 had better watch out 🙂