They say that January 1 is the blank page of a new book. That this day marks reinvention. That all mistakes from the last 365 days can be erased at the snap of a confetti popper and a clink of a glass of Moët. But northern hemisphere living has got me all confused. Because this sort of life rejuvenation usually happens in the summer, when eating fresh fruit for breakfast, lunch and dinner to change your diet is appealing and satisfying, when rising with the sun at 5am to go for a run on the beach seems like a good idea, and when your skin glows a healthy shade of bronze, developed from just sitting in the car. The air is heavy with good, clean, progressive living.
But here, there's two. New Year's Day - ie, the shortest day of the year* and la Rentrée, which usually falls at the beginning of September - ie post summer and the advent of winter. So there's a spanner in my resolution works, or a definite escape for not making any, as I think to myself anything I want to change will just have to happen at the other, I'm not ready now. But if I continue to not make any, how on earth am I to completely substitute all that I dislike in my existence with that that will make me a positive and productive person? Conundrum.
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Last years New Years resolution was to start this blog, which I gave myself a head start on by posting for the first time in December the year before. I compiled all the Christmas activities that were occurring in the city for the whole holiday season. It took me days and days to put together. Mostly it was a point of reference for me so I wouldn't miss out on anything as I spent the holidays this side of the equator. But another reason was so that I could provide to my potential readers the information that they would need to enjoy the holiday season in the city of lights. My only reader at that point was my mum, firmly based in Sydney. From my first post I forced out into the world what I wanted my blog to be, not what it was, a recording of the things I see, or in that case wanted to see. It wasn't very honest, and I've struggled with that since.
About a month ago I went on an Instagram trawl, you know that kind of thing that used to happens with Wikipedia, where you click on one article and then open new tabs for all the interesting links you come across and soon enough you have no idea how you went from Leonardo Di Caprio to Napoleon Boneparte. I do that with Instagram, go through and look at the feeds of completely random people just from their interesting comments on those I follow. I came across one person recently whose description stated;
"Instagram killed my blog"**.
My first thought was "Well, that's pretty dramatic".
But the more I thought about it the more it made perfect sense, and the more I realised that that, too, I think, happened to mine towards the end of last year. I wanted to start this blog to record all the things I saw, enjoy, do that make me happy and that I wanted to share to others. Which is now exactly how I over use Instagram. So how exactly do I use this blog?!
By not predetermining what it will be. It's a blog, not a site, not a magazine, not a guide. I'm going to share exactly what I want and see where that leads me. It's a personal blog and so I must be, well personal, no?
So there's my 2014 resolution right there, a little late, but voila. To blog more, about whatever I want.
I promise to try to make it more than somewhat interesting.
*December 21 is in fact the shortest day of the year, I know. I'm refering to the fact that on Jan 1st, most people wont rise from bed until well into the pm, after decently celebrating the night before - not very fresh start like. Couple this with a 5pm sunset, this gives you shortest day of the year, for most people, in the northern hemisphere.
**Um, I just Googled "Instagram killed my blog". The search found 14,100 entries. And that's closed brackets, people! I feel now that this is a "thing", and I now also feel completely unoriginal. I'm off to do this (0:23), but different, around my dressing room...