Sunday, 12 January 2014

'I should probably warn you I'll be just fine...'

Well, I'm not having this.  No way.  2014 is going to be my year, a great year not a year with bollocks and stress and genuine bloody trauma.
So, can we just rewind please?  Pretend the last few days never happened, go back to say, the second or third of the month when everything felt fresh and new and full of limitless potential.
Christmas tree gone, pine needles hoovered up and half eaten tubs of brandy butter discarded I was ready.  The much needed antiobitics were finally working on whatever it was that laid me low during the festivities and I was gathering myself and my thoughts together ready to make this the best year yet. Pharrell Williams was on repeat and I'd made a choice to be Happy.
And then this week happened.  And I'd like to state clearly to the entire flipping cosmos that it's a no from me.  Uh-uh. Nope. Not a chance.  Enough.
It's taken me a while, years in fact, but the penny has finally dropped.  I've drawn a line in the sand and there's no going back.  Liberating, really. 
So, it's onwards and upwards and whatever happens, I'll handle it.  And, when you think about it, probably good to get the rubbish out of the way before the first month of the year is even in double digits. 
2014?  Mine starts again tomorrow.

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