I quite like a New Year. The fresh start and mental wiping clean of last years slate. I dont make resolutions, the word alone makes me panic. I have hopes instead.
Each year I spend the days after Christmas running up to New Year wondering how to revamp my life come January 1st. I plan a new me. It's mostly the same each year.
New hair, new wardrobe - throw away all greying tshirts, cobweb knickers, too-ripped jeans and all clothes covered in baby wotnot.
Only wear cool things, maybe even a heel in the day.
Definitely join the gym. Or maybe dance classes. Salsa anyone?

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