2012 was for me, well, a matter of survival. Although there were a spattering of highs (namely my brothers wedding) it was the devastating lows that shaped last year. Lows that shaped me. Rather than drown my sorrows in Ryan Gosling movies, sugar and new bed linen (my go-to cheer-me-up things and trust me when I say Ive already overdosed on all three these last few weeks.) Im just going to breathe and get on with it. Im going to be kinder to myself. Im going to remember the events of 2012 as merely a part of my story. Albeit a massive part; a part that taught me a lot about myself; a lot about my friends and my family. A year that well and truly put things in perspective and gave me a greater appreciation for the little things. One can only be richer for knowing all that. I am greeting this new day with open (pale and slightly wobbly) hope filled arms.
Happy New Year.