Last week, I paid a visit to my spiritual home – otherwise known as Kikki.K – and bought myself a new diary. It’s pretty beautiful, I think you’ll agree. And it has stickers in the back. Really cute ones. And it came with daschund sticky notes, so there was no way any other diary was going to stand in its way. I got home and transferred most of the birthdays (but not all, because some of the birthdays from this year I’m not going to care about next – harsh maybe, but true) and then I sat and looked at my diary and flipped through its colourful pages and wondered what it would be filled with in the next 12 months.
I always feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety at the beginning of a new year. I hate that when the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve, and fireworks explode and people start singing drunken, off-key renditions of Auld Lang Syne, I want to have a little cry. I don’t know why really. I resent my glistening eyes and the lump in my throat. I know it’s silly.
It’s probably a combination of the weight of expectation for the future, and a wistful wave goodbye to the 365 days behind me. So much can happen in a year.
Looking back, it’s been a good one. I made some wonderful friends. I ate delicious things. I got a Soda Stream (and for someone who loves carbonated beverages as much as I do, it’s been life-changing). Matty, Tiggy and I moved into the Tutti-and-Guru hotel, and our days are filled with madness and hilarity. I had a baby – a beautiful, blue-eyed, red-haired baby. And in the eleven weeks of having a baby I even wrote and edited a magazine (more on that another day).
There’s a lot to look forward to as well – there always is. Even when you’re having the crappiest day and you feel like sweeping the contents off your desk in a frustrated rage, there’s always the next day, and the next, and the tiny things that happen that inspire smiles and laughter and love.
I’m looking forward to being super creative this year. I’m looking forward to watching my funny little baby turn into an even funnier little person as she changes and grows by the day. I’m going to learn to crochet – I have always wanted to know how to do that. I’m going to buy Marnie wonderful picture books that I’ll read to her – and work on my own books too. And I plan to laugh, a lot. Not that hard when I’m married to one of the funniest (and most adorable) men I’ve ever known.
I can’t quite believe I have a 2015 diary, and that another year is about to begin. There’s been too much cause for sorrow in 2014 – especially given recent events. So I really hope that you all have a peaceful, safe and happy new year, with nothing but fun and good things.
Thanks so much for reading me. It really means the world.
See you soon.
Love, Ceci. x