The cynic in me always feels that new years is completely arbitrary but often there's something about a symbolic new beginning that is soothing on the mind. A promise for better things I wrote down in my notebook before 2013 ended. A cliche surely but it felt good. I'm hopeful for the coming year. 2013 in retrospect was a lot about realizations and letting go. We're more replaceable then we think. Real care is hard to come by. How do we swim around useless epiphanies and not fall apart? I've always loved the idea of becoming a phoenix and undoing your power while reclaiming it (as Sylvia Plath said: "Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.") 2013, for me, was a lot about burning that last part of your own tail and finally turning into ashes. 2014, I'm hoping to start as a new bird.
Happy New Year everyone! I hope it's a good one for us all with nothing but glittery stardust, pretty lipstick and good drinks because what else do you really need in life but those three? x
