Ah yes. The New Year. I know it’s really, really terrible, and that there’s a whole ton of scientific proof that backs up the fact that New Year’s Resolutions are stupid, but I love them anyway. New year – new me. It’s a chance to justifiably try and reinvent yourself, despite the fact that people are still probably going to scoff and tell you trying to change yourself is stupid/pointless/too difficult. Well I believe that we can all achieve more through change, that we don’t have to keep the parts of ourselves that we hate just because society tells us all we’re perfect just the way we are. There’s always room for improvement, so I’m at least going to try and capture this New Year spirit.
One of my problems (if not my biggest problem) is that I really don’t leave my house enough. It’s just an endless cycle of work-home-work-home forever and forever. I guess ending things with Sarah a while back really put me back in my shell and I’m sick to death of it. I’m ready to go out, and meet people. So I am. Or, at least, I’m trying to. So far I think I’ve only been to about one proper party, but it was pretty epic to say the least. They’d organised all these photobooth hire in Melbourne people to rock up and help us all take zany photos together. Even though, and I’ll be the first to admit I don’t remember much of that night, the photos certainly help piece everything together. To be honest, I didn’t even know people could even hire out a photobooth in Melbourne. I guess it was one of those things I’ve always associated with the US, but it was a pretty great idea. As was going outside that one time.
That’s okay though. It’s still January, I still have time to come good on my promises to the world. I just need a little bit of liquid courage.