So, here we are. In January. And I know what you’re thinking. It sticks out like a sore thumb doesn’t it. The absence of any up-to-date blog content.
There’s been no Christmas post, no New Year resolutions, no review of the year that was, no predictions for the future and the like.
No doubt, given past New Year posts, you’ll be questioning why I haven’t reflected on the year and summarised it in a blog post here, complete with images.
Very unlike me not to mention, for at least a second time, the things I’ve done and places I’ve visited as a result of this blog.
But actually, I have reflected on the year. A lot.
In fact, I’ve reflected more on this past year than any other, because a lot changed for both of us in 2012. I’m still pinching myself because it’s all good. That’s all I’m saying on it really. It’s personal. I’m still getting my head around it all.
Suffice to say I’ve gone into 2013 in a really good place with some exciting plans ahead. I’ve booked a trip to Paris and a posh London hotel for my upcoming big birthday.
Everything else, though, I can’t really put into words; which makes writing this a little awkward.
I’ve been on an incredible journey over the last few months. My life is unrecognisable now to how it was back in September before I returned to full time work. And I’ve changed a lot too.
So I can sense something at the moment. It’s an unfamiliar feeling. Not one I’m very used to. It feels a little alien, a little strange, a little different.
It also feels as if its the sort of thing you risk losing if you share it. As if you should keep it to yourself and enjoy it a little longer. As if it’ll evaporate if you tell the world.
But tell I will. The feeling? It’s optimism. It’s a new one on me but it’s there. It’s exciting and I’m clinging on to it with both hands.
My motto for the year ahead: Dream big.
Happy New Year. Hope 2013 is everything you want it to be.