FYI This post doesn’t have anything to do with memes (yet, not sure where I’m going with it quite yet), but it is to do with New Year. Specifically, the year 2017. I have a properly good feeling about this one, and here’s why.
For a start, the world in general seems to have had a pretty shit time in 2016. Personally I actually had a pretty great year, but I think it might have been elevated to the ‘fantastic’ or ‘stupendous’ level had the news lacked headlines like Bowie’s death or Trump’s victory or the death of the guy who invented the red solo cup. So many conversations were revolved around all the negative events that have of the year, prompting us to long for the beginning of 2017 because the superstitions hardwired into our human nature tell us that the start of a new year must bring about the end to this storm cloud of bad luck we’ve been sitting under. We’re owed a good year, and I think this glass-half-full-because-the-last-glass-was-literally-full-of-urine attitude will propel us all onto have a much better year. There’s no US presidential election coming up, no Brexit vote, nothing looming in the immediate future for us to begin assuming the worst outcome for (I mean, there definitely is, but we’re choosing to ignore it all because George Michael just died and we gotta have faith).
Secondly, my first day of 2017 was actually quite a shit one. I chose to decline my parents’ invitation to go on a long walk because I had an essay to research for, the gym to attend and a pavlova to make. I spent the morning procrastinating instead of researching, my pavlova was average, and the gym was closed after I drove all the way there. And I missed out on our New Years Day walk for nothing.
But now that I think about it, I’m not sure it was actually for nothing. Sat in my car with the rain plopping on my windscreen and my hopes of regaining some abs down the toilet, I put on the soundtrack to Spring Awakening (possibly the best musical soundtrack in existence, fight me if you disagree), and belted it out as I sat in the A3 traffic. I ran a bath that was hotter than the fiery depths of hell, and lay on my bed for a good 15 minutes after to try and cool off before I could attempt to get dressed (straight into pyjamas, of course). I caught my blotchily red, damp-haired, shiny-faced reflection in the mirror and thought to myself ‘yeah this is definitely going to be 2017 me’. And that’s more than okay. This will be the year I stop trying to get fitter when it’s just making me more tired, or read books that I think will make me seem smarter even though I don’t really enjoy them, or cook food that I think other people will like when I know all I really want is a massive curry to myself. I’m not aiming for ‘new year new me’ this year, I’m going to be proud of things like folding up my clothes before putting them away for a change, and finishing the bag of spinach in the fridge before it goes mouldy and spills that grim brown liquid all over the veg drawer.
This Guardian article by Eva Wiseman sums up this New Year perfectly. She calls it a ‘dark sort of acceptance’. Shit has happened last year, and shit will probably happen this year, but it won’t ruin your perception of 2017 as a whole because yesterday you found a strawberry that looked exactly like a pair of boobs, and today Legally Blonde is on Film 4 and you haven’t seen it since you vowed as a child that you were going to be a lawyer (my ambition until I was 13, was in fact just to be Elle Woods). The desire to change everything that is so present at the beginning of every other year has resided in the back of your head and been replaced by the immediate desire to watch the latest First Dates on 4od, pack of milkybar buttons on one side, overweight cat sleeping on the other. And I think that’s probably a bigger change than any other I’ve attempted to make before.
No recipe on this one; I think I’ve rambled enough for one night, plus I’m quite tired and that First Dates craving is calling. Instead I’ve illustrated this post with a couple of pictures from my latest travels to Norway with boyfriend post-Christmas (possibly the coolest holiday I’ve ever been on. Post all about it to come soon, because it was just too freaking cool not to brag about). Over and out, I hope your New Years resolutions lead you to as much happiness as I’m currently enjoying – in bed, with said cat and said milkybar buttons, about to embark on an adventure through the archives of 4od.