I’d like to wish you a Merry Christmas and all the best for 2018.
2017 has been a difficult year for millions around the world, for one reason or other. Earth feels divided. Natural disasters and terrorism and political eruptions. I don’t want to be too gloomy. I’ll stop there.
I hope that 2017 was positive for many as well. Maybe you got married, had children, started a new job/hobby/kama sutra position, got a new pet or won an award. If so, congratulations. May your success follow on into 2018.
For the vast majority, 2017 has been a big dollop of meh. Ups and downs, swings and roundabouts. Not great, not terrible. Unfulfilling maybe.
I always find New Year’s resolutions difficult; broken promises to one’s self committed before the end first week of January. Gym memberships go to waste. Bad habits persist. Resentment lies within. I give up on them.
Instead, I’m focusing on the fresh, rather than defects.
For 2018, I challenge you to do the same.
Start something new. Creative whatever. Anything. Whatever makes you happy. A new goal. A book. A relationship. Adopt a different attitude (positive, of course). A new job. Website. Course. Poetry class. Painting. Movie. Business. Musical instrument. Sex position (not with the musical instrument, mind). Don’t let politics, negativity or haters distract you or give you an excuse not to do something or start. Don’t let anyone say you can’t. Tell laziness (or la hueva) to fuck itself. Do it for the fun of it. Make 2018 fresh. Make it yours. Own it.
In short, create the fuck out of 2018. And choose to be happy, if you’re not already.
Happy New Year, folks.