New Year’s resolutions:




Most of the time I’m like Bridget Jones and set impossible and unrealistic resolutions for myself with the promise that next year will be different – of course I’ll lose 10 kilos, stop drinking coffee and somehow fall into a big pile of treasure next year. 2012, however, proved quite productive. I set four goals for myself and completed three. To be fair, one of those goals was to get glasses and could be completed by a quick trip to good ole spec savers.

It went from easiest to hardest with the next tasks, finish my masters and get a job writing, a bit harder but also ticked off. The last task, host my first murder mystery night, is still sitting on my to-do list, but hey, three out of four isn’t too bad.

I knew what I wanted out of 2012, I wanted to begin my career and I knew that it was the year that it was going to happen but 2013 I’m not so sure about - now that I have started on the career ladder, I’m not actually certain if it was so important in the first place.

I used to get embarrassed when someone asked me, “What do you do?” and as a 26 year old, I would have to say, “I’m a student and work part-time in a bar.” It was ridiculous that I hated saying that because now that I have a ‘real job’, I wish I was still a uni student and if I think a person is decent and interesting, then I don’t care if they collect rubbish for a living. I think people ask that question as more of an ice breaker to see if they can find some common ground and continue a conversation more than make a snap judgement on who we are. 

So 2013, what will you bring me? Here are a few goals:

Appreciate family and friends
Practice Spanish – quite hard while living up in Dargaville, rural New Zealand – I wonder where I can find a native speaker... 
Learn guitar
Write for pleasure – and that includes a murder mystery script – haven’t given up on that goal.

So different from my previous 2012 goals but happiness really is the most important thing.   

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