Happy New Year!

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It’s 2012!

I get giddy saying it. Two-thousand-twelve. Shouting it. Two-thousand-twelve! Thinking it. Writing it. They say this about every new year, especially during it’s honeymoon stage (it is only the third of January) but there’s something about this year which makes it different. Delicious. Expecting, and ready to burst. And no, it’s not just because Britney has a song about it.

Everything’s different, but the same. Better. Like there’s something in the air, drifting, waiting for us to catch just even the slightest whiff and take off from there. The Mayans said this is the world would end, but with every ending comes a beginning. It’s all a matter of interpretation. Is the glass half empty, or half full?

I’ll be honest—I’ve put off writing here simply because there’s a large amount pressure—be it self-imagined or not—in publishing the first piece of the new year. It sets the tone for what’s to come, how it’ll start. A superstition? Perhaps. It’s the only of many I’ll ever believe. Put your best foot forward, as the saying goes, but aren’t you supposed to always walk that way?

Like I said. Self-inflicted pressure. (I’ve been doing more Pilates in an attempt to avoid the subject.) A list of my resolutions? It’s a pity I don’t believe in them; it would have made quite the easy transition post. Then again, I don’t like easy, it’s no fun. Trends? I wear the same thing everyday. I could wax poetic about one of numerous things on my lust list, but I’d rather not begin 2012 with a bout of greed.

So, in my usual roundabout way, I guess I’ll just send love to wherever and whomever. I hope you had a beautiful New Years’ celebration, and are starting 2012 just as you’ve planned.

Cheers!

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x

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