Oh, hello. Why, I’m alive after all! With fingers for blogging and toes for wriggling, I’m giving this whole writing thing another go. By the end of last year I was frequently complaining to my friends that I was “over writing” and that I “hated words, grammar, sentences – the whole darn lot”. It’ been three weeks and I have one more to go before I head back to work, so it’s time to oil my rusty brain wheels and get back into writing.
This year has been a bit of a mindfuck to say the least. But the festive season brought with it the promise of four long weeks of nothing but time on my own. I was, admittedly, anxious to spend so much time on my own (hence I made a ridiculous bucket list), especially being recently single. But friends and family rallied around me, and when they were unavailable – Supernatural held my hand.
Christmas was a family affair. My mom, dad, sister and her boyfriend. It was the first time I spent Christmas Eve night alone. I headed over to my parents during the day to make my most epic and amazing cheesecake. But that night I returned to my little flat. Last year, under a wave of uber sadness, I fled to Dean’s place for Christmas Eve. But this year, single and intrepid, I faced it alone. And you know what? It wasn’t that bad. I got through it. Gold stars all around. The next day was filled with presents, food and family stuff, but I headed home again and tucked myself in. And found that even when I’m sad and alone, my bed still welcomes me.
New Year’s Eve is always a pretty kak time if you ask me. There’s so much pressure and expectations. The last two years I spent New Years with Dean, and before that I always rallied around friends and parties at someone’s home. This year, although invited to one or two events, I felt the need to not be around couples or strangers. Naturally, I spent a good portion of the afternoon crying (I have EMOTIONS, ok?!) but a cup of tea and a nap later, I calmed. I bought Chinese takeout from the place up the road, popped my champagne early and settled in for a night on the couch. I escaped to my new secret spot a few times during the night to watch the old year bow out and a new one in. And you know what? It was actually a pretty damn good New Years. Spent alone. With just two plants and a glass (or two) of champers for company. It was just what I needed and I don’t, for a moment, regret it.
2013 was a rough year, but I’m aiming to make 2014 the year of my dreams.