Jam donuts, resolutions and jazz musicians.


New years eve is a funny time. Kind of like a selfie of a VS model with a cheeseburger, it’s confused. It sits juxtaposed as a time of reflection and a time of looking forward. You’re supposed to gather your thoughts on the passed year, regroup and align your hopes/dream/goals for the one ahead.

All while drinking way too much. Which seems like a pretty big ask to me. (Also, drinking whilst not spilling red wine down your front seems a tall order too.)

I don’t know about you, but around my circle of friends, drinking does one of two things…

1) It makes you insatiably giggly and happy (and a wee bit cocky). In which case, the year gone by is probably viewed as the best ever and no regrouping is needed because, you are in fact the best human ever.


2) The over consumption of liquor triggers a melancholy state (read; sad drunk) and minds wander to all the overpriced clothes, skipped workouts and jam doughnuts consumed. This often goes hand in hand with grand claims that both the past and coming year are obviously a complete write off, because you are in fact the worst human ever.


Well, this year went a little differently. With work butting up against both sides of my celebrations I opted for a quiet one. So three of my nearest and dearest headed out for a ridiculously civilized dinner (background music provided by a jazz musician, and yes, I know I’m 25 not 45). We sipped wine, got merry, ate too much and wondered around town talking about how old we felt (while smugly being sure that we would easily keep the few good years we had on the teens surrounding us, to make sure we weren’t the stars of our very own drunken snap chat video – captured, subjects unaware, by people finding the inability to actually put one foot in front of the other highly amusing).

We got dressed up (and looked pretty damn good), we toasted to 2014 with a bottle of plonk that wasn’t from the specials bin at Countdown, and we compared ourselves to the girls of Sex and the City (oddly enough, we all picked different characters, so for the first time ever we managed to create a faux Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha without even the slightest grumbling). You know its a good night when you each get to be the fictional character form a crass 90s television show without it turning into a fight about how Ross and Rachel/Carrie and Big/Buffy and Angel were destined to be together, or if the world of sitcom writers got it horribly wrong.


I think perhaps for the first time in a long time I had a little more perspective on what has been and what will be. And you know what? 2013 was a pretty good year. I set some goals, like running, getting into healthier eating habits and introducing myself to the blogosphere (hey). Having achieved all of them in some way shape or form I feel enthused and encouraged to start a new round of goals and aspirations for 2014 (yup, I am talking about new years resolutions).

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Instead of writing a list of open ended, vague and unattainable notions, I think I will make like a high school English essay (because who didn’t love them) and write an “introduction” to the year that follows.

2014 will be a year of experimenting, exploring and taking new steps. It will be about play around with the ideas of meditation, and endeavouring to find healthy habits that can sit comfortably in the crazy suitcase living I’ll be doing. It will be a year of Skype dates with the people I love, and a year of complete focus on a positive outlook. It will maintain a great relationship with a healthy life style through food and fitness, and it will be simply incredible.

Yup, I said it… incredible. You’ve got to aim high!

What would your introduction hold?



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