New Year, Same Me

So yeah it's the new year which is wonderful! To be honest I am mildly surprised we made it this far. But all that aside, lets chat new years resolutions.

Every year I make them, you probably do too. And I've noticed a trend. Every year they're basically the same things, just slightly different wording. It seems to be one the biggest cliches ever. Tat whole "New Year, New Me" attitude that everyone adopts on the first of January and forgets completely by the second.

Your resolutions are most likely along the same lines as mine, which are usually along the same lines as Bridget Jones'.

But this year I've decided to stray from tradition. Instead of having my usual "Get fit, stop swearing, start smiling" resolutions, I've decided to adopt a much more simple mantra: Be Good.

Luckily this is about the most ambiguous you can get, so there's lots of room for life there. I really cannot be more fed up with every year new years day, sitting in my room trying to picture where I will be this time next year and hoping that since i've followed my resolutions that I will have evolved into this Beyonce-like Goddess that  looks and acts like pure perfection. I figure there is no point striving for such perfection as I know I'll never get there, and whilst its a lovely ideal, its not practical. We can try all we want to be perfect each year, but being humans we'll likely fuck things up thousands of times. The reality is, we will never be perfect. But we can always be good. And should always strive to be.

So that's my New Years Resolution. I'm looking forward to a good 2014.

“And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.”

-John Steinback, East of Eden

-Kate

You Can't Hurt Christmas

Yep. It's that dreaded time of year again. That one month where everybody thinks it's acceptable to blast holiday tunes throughout the shopping centre and cover their houses in every possible lightbulb they can find. It's christmas.

Don't get me wrong, I love celebrating the birth of baby Jesus. But there's celebrating and having a good time, and then there's celebrating. Call me a grinch if you must, but I really don't see the appeal. Why would you want to dress your house in grotesquely illuminated baubles for the entire world to see? Why do we all of a sudden love C-list celebrities that sing the same carols every year and pretend they're the next beyonce? Why is michael buble's CD stocked in every single shop you can imagine including the grocery store? Why do we dress our cars up as reindeers? THEY ARE CARS.

Most of all I think the thing that annoys me most is despite my protests every year, I still end up sitting around with my crazy family, belting out an assortment of Mariah Carey's carols, wishing every day could as good as this. As much as I say I hate it, the truth is, you really can't hurt christmas. No matter how many times I refuse to decorate the christmas tree, or refuse to sing carols at church, or refuse to smile in every family photo showing our bonbon prizes, I still end up loving it.

So whether you're a grinch like me, or one of those psycho's that actually willingly attends carols by candlelight every year, have a swell holiday season.

-Kate