‘You
continue to do it throughout the year what you did on the first day’, or so I
have been told. Having
written a post on January 1, 2015 had given me the presumptuous cheek to
believe that I would frequent this space. Which obviously I didn’t. So there you go, maybe I have broken the myth.
A
year has passed. I am surprised how immeasurable time is. While happiness
consumes it faster than you fathom, a volume of spiritless days can choke like the
glop in a clogged drain. Thankfully, last year in my head is like fuzz, light and
fluffy, which tells me that I should have been in a good place.
The
New Year and My Resolutions have always been like the hostile cousins who met
every summer, gave each other a black eye but played along since it was a
single occurrence an year. It was never fun. So, this time the cousins don't
meet, not until I learn to absolutely adhere to an idea or desire strongly
enough to not change my mind.
While
resolutions don’t matter much this year , hopes still do. Silly hopes.
Hope
that every coming year my parents age a little less. Hope that my sisters are happier.
Hope that I wake up every day to toothpaste on my wet toothbrush and a cup of Ovomaltine on the kitchen table. Hope that my husband loves me the way he does and while he is at it, still empties
the dishwasher (because
there are days in a year when I feel that dirty dishes can go somewhere and
die). Hope that simple things continue to exist and
so do good books and kindness.
I
hope that everyone has something to hope for. Happy New Year.