Happy New Year…

While I can’t be doing with New Years Eve parties (I am a miserable cow aren’t I?), I truly love the gift of a fresh New Year. It is, to my mind a blank slate, ready to re-write the terms of my life on, and every year when the festivities are done, I lie in bed certain in the knowledge that this will be the year when my life will be all that I imagined it would be. That is not to say that I am disappointed. That life isn’t what it should be. I don’t believe in regret. I don’t see the point in it. It is healthier to live in the here and now, to plan for tomorrow, and treasure the past for it is that, that has shaped you.

However, there are things in this life I haven’t done, things I am not and places I haven’t been. Authentic pleasures I long to enjoy, so I do think that there is a place, not perhaps for resolutions, but for Personal Promises, and time to plan for the bigger picture.

Tonight rather than spend the evening in the madness that is New Years Eve, Mark and I will put Finley to bed, light our candles, enjoy scrummy food and the odd bottle of wine and plan who we will be tomorrow…

So when the bells of Auld Lang Syne chime this evening,  don’t be maudlin, have no regrets and for the first time look upon New Year as the gift that it is…

Whoever you are and wherever you are, enjoy it.