I’m not a fan of New Year’s Eve- never have been. The thought of going out surrounded by crowds, drunk people, and then the dreaded public transport home, or even worse, being the designated driver who has to suffer through those drunken crowds whilst being completely sober- yuck! I could think of nothing worse, which is why I enjoyed a quiet night in with a couple of friends and a glass or two (or three…) of punch!
But, what I do LOVE, is the feeling a new year brings. The feeling that anything is possible, that my hopes and dreams may actually come true, that the goals I set myself (pretty sure getting fit and losing weight has been one of my goals for the last 5 years. Minimum.) may actually be achieved, and the overall feeling of a ‘blank canvas’. I love it. It fills me with hope, empowers, and motivates me. For at least a week or two. Then life kicks in and I realise that nothing actually changed between 12.00am and 12.01am on New Year’s Eve. I quickly lose track of my hopes and goals; returning to my bad habits and lazy ways.
This year will be different, I’m sure of it. This year, I plan to keep hold of my hopes, my dreams, and my goals. I plan to keep feeling motivated and empowered to be the person I want to be, achieve the things I want to achieve, and to live the life I want to live.