While wasting a few minutes scrolling through Twitter I stumbled upon a conversation making fun of the people that say ‘It’s a New Year and a new me’. I think we are all guilty of using this cliché at some point in our lives even it is only in our internal monologues; however it got me thinking about the last year. Well a lot of you have been reading about my year since May so there isn’t a lot of point me recapping or reliving those low points of the year.
If you had told me 3 months ago that I’d be happy 99% of the time and enjoying everything I was doing in life by the end of the year, I’d probably have laughed in your face. Yet look at me now! I realise that some of you may not know me personally or may not have seen me recently but almost everybody I’ve seen in the last few weeks has said how different I seem, how much happier I am. And the best bit about all this is that I’ve realised it myself as well!
I don’t intend to write a list of all the things I’m thankful for this year (it’s not Thanksgiving after all) or all the hurdles I’ve overcome (it’s definitely not a therapy session). Nor am I going to list all the things that I hope to achieve next year (I don’t make New Year’s resolutions). However, I am going to say that 2013 is a year I will look back on, not fondly, but with great interest when I’m older. I will probably block out 6 months from my memory and tell stories of how 20 Conservatives went drinking in Blackpool, how more and more conversations became about houses, jobs and the future and finally how much closer I became to some of the people around me.
No. it’s not been the best year for me but it could have been a damn sight worse! Happy New Year!
PS. Here is a fun little fact; I’ve spent an extra 10 hours in this year due to being in Australia over New Year last year.