Bubbly

This is the view from the middle of a small stream on the beach on a very gloomy wet day.

Most of today I have been pretty unaware that it is New Year's eve, but it is beginning to sink in that this is the end of December (hooray!) and the end of 2012.
Tomorrow is a new month, a new year and ...
And...

And what?

A new calendar? I probably won't even remember to hang that up until February!

Well. If you like to celebrate: HAPPY NEW YEAR to you. If you don't: same. I do wish a good 2013 to anyone who reads this. (Apart from any right-wing people - I hope 2013 falls flat on its face for them, especially Tory MPs)

As for a big piss-up and closure tonight, and a new start and massive hangover tomorrow, resolutions, new beginnings, yadayadayada... I'm more into instinctive and natural new beginnings not measured, organised, enforced ones. I get my kicks, my resolve, my drive and my feeling of new beginnings little by little from unplanned, unforced happenings: the first snowdrop, each sunny day, lambs, the first signs of birds nesting, leaf buds, longer days... I hope that each time I make up my mind to do something, to stop doing something, to change, to think, it's because I have a reason not a date.
But that's just me. I don't expect others to feel the same.

And I can't stand the thought of doing all my celebrating at one time of year! I love a good impromptu celebration on any old bugger of a day just because we feel like it :o)

Gemma's gone out. Joel's in his room. Tess is just going to bed. Richard and I are going to slum it with pizza and maybe even watch the Jack the Ripper programme from last night on iPlayer.

I don't hope everyone gets what they wish for, to be honest. What I really hope is that everyone gets what they deserve and we all learn to think hard about our actions more in 2013 - and I mean that in a really positive way. I want life to be better for those who really need it to be better.

Cheers!

Afterthought:
2012 hasn't been a bad year actually. It's been far less painful than 2011, 2010, 2009 and 2008 - all of which were full of loss, grief, hospital trips, bad news, worry and horrid things.
2012 was the year I finally graduated. Whoop!
It was the year I managed to put a book of flash-fiction written by lots of different people together and publish it (how did I do that?!).
It was the year I finally told the doctor I needed help after 40 years of being afraid and started to understand myself a lot more.
It was the year I decided to get into really simple stuff like growing veg and walking, and just appreciate existence.
This is all very significant stuff.
It's a little late, but this is the year I've learnt to love myself a bit, and care less about the opinions of those who don't understand.