Happy New Year

But honestly. That's all it is. A new year. 

*puts feet up and gets the last drops of bourbon out of glass*

I don't think I can just rule off and start a new page. My stuff wasn't complete. What I can, and maybe should do, is check the progress to date.  I don't like that I'm forced to measure my successes and failures and goals over a 365 day period. I suppose I was born into it and I must just go with the flow, but what if I started a new season smack bang in the middle of October and it'll only be completed anywhere between 2017 and death?

First January symbolizes a brand new start for a lot of people. It is a clean slate with all old baggage removed. New you. New diet. New dreams. New New New. New everything. I'm excited for you guys, it must be really nice. I could join in the fun and compile a young list... But I already feel a little annoyed because I'd have been bullied into it. Almost like Valentine's Day sagas. Goodness.

I don't want to use a new year as a line that marks a new start, when there was always a new day. A new week. A new moment, really. I don't have a 365 day period, but I guess it could be organised- just so that I'm not the only one who doesn't have a list of accomplishments come December.

I'm pretty much the same girl I was about a week ago. And the day before that. I still have the same goals I had in April, July and November. And those goals don't reach their sell by date at the end of the year. They also stress me out... make me feel like I should tone them down a little. I think I need to draw up a Gantt chart so I can organise my life in years.

Maybe that's the solution.

Oh my goodness. My dreams need to come true. It's driving me crazy.

Anyway it is a new year. It's a fact- if I don't get too particular and annoyingly pedantic by involving the Mayans and history.

I don't mean to be so incredibly somber, there's plenty to celebrate.  So. Compliments.

Have a great one... And work work work!

I know I will.

Xx

Ntsako