I've always marveled at people who come New Years Eve, suddenly has a list of resolutions for the coming year. "I want to quit smoking." "Lose 10 kg." "Go overseas."
Let's face it. It usually sticks to you for a week and then... you loose the instant thought of what you initially planned on following through for a whole year.
I did try making a list once in High School. It lasted three weeks and after that I just tore it up and threw my hands up in the air. It wasn't that it was too much work. I just sort of got bored.
Okay. So 2010 was not my best year, but I look back at it now and think that I wouldn't regret anything that happened to me during the year. My life changed in a major way. I was forced to grow up, put my big boy shoes on and go on in to the big world. And all that after I just had a major soft Persian carpet ripped out from under my feet and I was forced to mend my broken heart.
I got to learn more about myself and see me for who I might be. I'm still 20 and I've pretty much got time to figure myself out, but my friends all know me as the person who has always had my head screwed on tight. Driven. One sight. One goal.
All I had at the end of 2010 on my new year's list was the following: New Year. New Start.
Come 1 January 2011 and the proved to be impossible. Too much of the past year came around again in a matter of a few days and I knew by myself that this was just like that old saying: the past never stays in the past.
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