New Year Same Old Me

This morning I was sitting in a cafe before I began work, sipping on a green tea, and I was reading a column in the Sunday paper written by Fifi Box. A humourous, witty, woman who has a way with words. Today's write up - New Years.

I wanted to share the bits I liked most with you as it made me smile, made me think a few things over, and made me realise we're not so different from one another...


"Where are we all at with our New Years resolutions? Don't tell me, I can probably guess. It's roughly two weeks since you declared an overhaul of your life and committed to being a new, improved person. So I'll assume you're currently curled up in the foetal position, bemoaning what a weak willed, pathetic excuse for a human being you are. Or maybe that's just me...
What is it about New Years Eve that bends us into a tail spin trying to decide what we need to change about ourselves? 

The New Year is like a clean slate - a blank canvas on which to paint your perfect life. On mine I'm disciplined, organised, and clear-headed. I only allow positive thoughts into my pure body, which is devoid of processed foods... I expect this incredible woman I've conjured in my head to miraculously appear at one second past midnight...

Perhaps our attitude to the New Year is all wrong. Maybe we shouldn't focus on change, but celebrate who we already are. Maybe our canvasses aren't so bad. Wouldn't it be good to stop and acknowledge all the calamities and errors of judgement you've made over the year and laugh them off? Then, instead of promising you'll never be that flawed person again, you wish yourself a year of fun, love and forgiveness, free of guilt or the pressure to be perfect...

I'm emotional and irrational, and I spend a lot of my life learning from the mistakes I perpetually make, but maybe that's the person I have to accept."