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Everybody says it, every single year, but this year has flown by. It has been a year of so many memories and “where were you?” moments – for me, the London Olympics will always make 2012 a key year of my youth. I’ve done so much myself: I began this blog in June, I completed my August Challenge in, well, August, and I’ve successfully settled into my second year of university. I started a new job, overcome the past in many respects, and reconciled my relationship with my mother somewhat. I’ve learned so many new things and exposed myself to such a great amount of cultural and natural beauty. I’m proud of myself, and I’m keen to see how 2013 will turn out.
Naming the upcoming year always sounds so raw for some time – currently, “2013” refers to an unobtainable, distant point of the future rather than something commencing so shortly.
I’m excited about all of the books I will go on to study this university year. When I return in mid-January, after an exam I really should revise for, I’ll be studying one module about transatlantic literature that includes Plath, Dickens and Bill Bryson, and another on Latin American “Nation and Narration”. Also, I’ll spend a year working in Spain from next September – an inevitably fearful yet very promising prospect!
I’m not sure about resolutions at this point of the year. Yet I do, like many others, love the thought of a fresh start. Today I’ve been trying to think of a focus for 2013. I was inspired by Amy Sundberg’s “Year of Friendship”, but quiet, independent contemplation is of most importance to me at the moment. Therefore, below is a little passage that comes to mind. Perhaps I’ll remember to re-read it at some point, although perhaps I won’t:
To accept and enjoy all that comes to me. To ensure that I acknowledge the beautiful things in life, and to take time – no matter how short – to do this. To connect and share, no matter how hard this can be. To feel a part of the collective whole, and feel confident enough to contribute my personality and talents. To read excessively, watch great films, listen to incredible music, and see beautiful art. To stop worrying and simply focus on all that makes it worthwhile being here (because it really is worthwhile). SMILE.
So now Big Ben has struck twelve, the BBC has boasted an incredibly expensive quantity of fireworks, and Come On Eileen is playing on Jools Holland’s Hootenanny. 2013 has truly begun, and I wish you all the best.