On the last day of 2011, I saw in the new year sat in the best pub in the world with a bunch of cool peeps. This was a break from tradition from me, since I hardly ever go out on New Year’s Eve, preferring to go to sleep at 9PM, be woken up by the fireworks at Midnight and then go back to sleep. I was asleep at 10:30PM on Monday last week, in case you’re wondering.
What wasn’t a break from tradition at the end of 2011 was the fact that I had no resolutions. At all. I did hope for 2012 to be back in touch with two people who had shut me off during 2011, independent of each other, but that was it, and it was mostly down to me being very upset about what had happened(*).
I had only just got my job back, and I wasn’t sure of my future housing situation. 2011 wasn’t by any means the strangest year in living memory, but certainly the daftest, and I didn’t want to make anyone laugh by making a plan.
2012 ended up being one of my best years, but all the great things that happened came out of decisions or ideas that I had long after 31st December ’11, or even January 1st.
For all my being loud and brash, most decisions and plans take me the best part of forever, and 2012 was no exception. I think it’s also telling that my “non-resolution” blog post is dated 8th of January.
So I am starting 2013 with no resolutions to speak of, apart from a jokey one and two that continues from last year:
1. Go for a run with a hangover (**)
2. Master the buttonhole. As pledged on Did You Make That. I have made a start on this and spent last Sunday night sewing snaps into a garment. That tells you all you need to know, but there’s a whole 51 weeks left to work on it.
3. Use up my stash and buy as little fabric as possible, using a monthly allowance to control spending.
(*) Still working on it. Hope springs eternal and all that.
(**) I have already done that, first thing on January 1st. In fact, I make this resolution most years, and it always works. I also reckon there’ll be more of those runs in 2013. Just a hunch, you’ll understand.