I always hated the 'new year, new me' attitude. The turning of the clock inspired so many to conjure up resolutions they would swear to live by, although most would inevitably fail before the Christmas decorations were down. As with most self-critical people, I could always think of a million and one flaws I could change in the new year spirit. I could swear less, drink less and maybe not indulge in as much pizza. I could probably be a little less sarcastic and motivate myself to do more uni work, but the fact is a new year was not going to change any of the things that define me. Instead, this year, I agreed to a resolution to simply do what made me happy. Flawed, of course. And certainly impossible to go a whole 365 days without having to wash the dishes, go to work or tidy up, but the sentiment appealed all the same.
And so I logged onto my beloved blog this evening, cringed at most of it, but decided to start over, not in the new year's spirit, but simply because sometimes, the timings of things don't always work in our favour. The diet can't always start on a Monday, resolutions don't always begin on January the first and you can't always give up your cravings at the beginning of the month. Sometimes, it takes something else entirely to make you wake up and realise that life is too short to calorie count and obsess over the past. Sometimes, it's about the here and the now, and starting a fresh. To happiness.
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