As one year burnt away into the ether we come into this year with all the usual lashings of hope and mostly sore heads from free form hangovers. I unsurprisingly drank very little this holiday season, the need and want flowing away from me like it was quick piss into the wind. It was the winter cold that bit me the hardest, my fingers turning black even in the mid day sun, my heart stopping for a moment and then I breathe in again a bit sharper.
It feels like I kept wanting to review last year even knowing that whatever words to spill out, these were always going to be pre written. I knew the feelings there were no surprises, it felt a bit scripted and so in the end when the year left us. It left without even a whisper in my ear. The clock clicked over and I turned over and got ready to close my eyes and dream of all the carbon monoxide it would take to ease all sleepless nights.
It all sounds a bit negative when a years beginning should be hopeful, but that's the point. I can see it every day in my office where people make big statements of life and living, where they know they can't achieve it and then it ends up a downward spiral into a hell which they never felt would afflict them. The truth is all I wanted to say was good tidings for the new year, but never let the optimism mug you and if it falls never let the pessimism get to you.
Pucker up and kiss the asphalt my beautiful eggs, Happy New Year.
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