and so it begins

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I don't make New Year resolutions. I don't even really understand the concept of celebrating the end of one year and entering into the unknown of the next. What if I decide half way through that I want the Old Year back? Why do I need an alcoholic drink in my hand to watch the clock hands move from one minute to midnight to midnight itself? Doesn't that occur every single day {night} anyway? Tick tock. Husband and I saw 2018 begin by watching Psychoville - the first series - on Netflix, with a brief interlude with the BBC to see a few fireworks and hear the chimes of Big Ben. Bedtime was followed by morningtime and the first day of the year was spent at my MiLs with one very feisty Toddler Niece, too much food {again,} and some bubbles. And now I'm on the bus, ready for a day at work. The Christmas break never really feels like a holiday to me, busy as it is with decorations, presents, food, sales, family, friends ... So, I've wangled annual leave for Wednesday and Thursday. Heaven. But I was going to talk about my lack of New Year resolutions. What's the point of making them if I'm only going to break them? Instead I have made myself some promises. Eat healthily. I need to get into my wardrobe again. Go for country walks. Husband and I spend far too much precious weekend time cooped up indoors. Do something. Anything. Something new. Something different. Don't be so hard on myself. I'm only human. So, enjoy whatever 2018 has to offer you, kind and lovely folks. May you be blessed with as much happiness and as much health as Fate can spare you.