In less than eleven hours' time (from where I'm sitting on my bed, at least), it will no longer be 2011. It will, in fact, be 2012.
Now, I like New Year's. I really do. Despite the fact that I can't remember the last time I actually did something interesting to celebrate it (maybe when I was eleven? huh). Or despite the fact that my period has perfect timing, of course, and hey, today seemed like a good day to appear! So I may or may not be curled in the fetal position (vertically, if that's possible) as I type this. And I've taken quite a bit of Advil today. Will that inhibit my champagne-drinking tonight? Well, maybe it would, if I could drink champagne. Underage. Well, damn.
Did I say I like New Year's?
I do, I really do. Maybe I like the idea. The idea of a new beginning. Maybe I just like all the bright lights or the fact that everyone is tripping over themselves to be a nicer/healthier/generally better person in the coming year.
New Year's resolutions never really work for me. Maybe I've just never formulated them correctly before? See, I'd think they should work, because I'm a person who doesn't quit until a challenge is completed. That is, unless the goal is vague and not planned out and then my working towards that goal just sort of fades away slowly, before I even know what's happening.
Funny enough, the former usually happens with experiments generally viewed by the rest of the world as "a bit not good". The latter is usually vows to exercise more.
This year, I plan (resolve?) to take at least one photograph every day, and also to start saving money to go to England. Not just complain about not being able to go, but actually save actual money to go there, actually.
What the Mirror Saw has evolved vastly in this past year. This blog isn't even a whole year old yet, but the differences between my first and most recent posts are stunning... and kind of terrifying!
|I looked so worried back then! Why? Also, I like my hair a lot better now :)|
Maybe this year I'll read all the classics I've bought but haven't finished. Maybe this year I'll learn to like birthdays. Maybe this year I'll have my novel printed. Maybe this year I'll walk more. Maybe this year I'll cut my hair short. Maybe this year I'll travel somewhere interesting. Maybe this year, I'll learn something new. Maybe this year, I'll teach myself piano. Maybe this year, I'll replace boredom with happiness.
I wish you all a happy and hopeful year, my friends!