So we’re at that time of year again.
31st of December <insert year here>.
Where people frantically start making new resolutions and put off starting on their goals and achieves for one more night.
“Let’s start afresh in the new year”
It’s a fantastic notion, albeit silly because I don’t see the point in waiting for a specific date to suddenly develop a new motivation to change. (Even though I’ve been guilty of it myself in the past hehe) If this year has taught me anything is that I am perfectly capable of grasping anything I want that is within reach, if I want it badly enough. There will always be a way to achieve those unreachable dreams.
Starting my honours research project next year, I find myself sometimes, briefly, filled with doubt. Of the “what if” predicaments and fear of the unknown that comes with every new step. Even though I say I have these steps laid out to take to become a clinical dietitian, I still wonder what if at the end of the day, it’s not what I want? What other alternatives are there. When will I ever step into my career? Scary thoughts I try to put away and focus on what’s at present, I can deal with things as they come and I know I will get there in the end. Wherever there may be.
I know that 2012 will be a huge year for me, just like I knew every year from the year I was born is significant in its own special way.
Somewhere in the back on my mind, at the bottom of my heart, I believe strongly in celebrating the end of the year and bringing in the new year with family and loved ones. Not in the traditional way of getting absolutely drunk and wasted. Personally, I’d like to remember my celebrations. (Okay, I know I’m taking a stab at at least half of the population here and that my own scornful feelings of people wanting to do nothing more than getting drunk are at play)
My ideal new years celebration would revolve around a fantastic meal and equally engaging company at a secluded setting. None of this going to the city and fighting for a spot for the best firework spot of even public transport, in stinking 30 degree heat. (I’m a winter girl, ironic seeing as I grew up in the tropics)
I’m a bit of an introvert like that. So this year, after a failed attempt of having someone special to share that moment where we rip 2011 into shreds and kiss 2012 in, I will celebrate it with my family yet again. I know that no matter what, they will always be there, even if just as back up. And I’m grateful for that minimum, which I believe that everyone should be entitled to – to have someone to welcome in the new year with, be it family or friends or your significant other, or all of them! (if you’re lucky enough to gather them all in the same place and not have a murder before the clock strikes 12, I’d call that an added bonus!)
So I would like to wish everyone a fantastic celebration tonight. All the best for the new year and may the new calendar bring with you many good and positive tidings. Wherever the world takes us, home is where your heart lies.