I like New Year the same way I like a new diary or notebook. It’s the promise of a fresh start. I make resolutions all year round, I strive to be better always, but it’s like New Year is an especially potent time to make those wishes (that’s what they are right – wishes?)
I will try to stay alive in 2010 if at all possible.
I will try to love and cherish, nurture and support my family and friends.
I will try to be a brilliant writer.
I will try not to be ill.
I will try to be a good person.
Oh yeah, and lose weight, get fit, be BETTER.
I want to be a better wifemotherfriendrelativepersonwoman.
I feel cuspy. Maybe I am about to become the writer I want to be, the writer I feel deep down I am. Or maybe I’ll turn my back on the whole stupid dream of it. Or, more likely, I’ll stop being so drama queeny. You know, I’m going to write sometimes, and other times I’m not, and I have to make peace with that.
I am going to try to stop bitching at myself.
I will carry on bitching at others!
I would like to wish you all your perfect 2010.