I have had an up-and-down relationship with new year’s resolutions for a while now. All my life I set them, and all my life I succeeded at all of them, until a few years ago when I suddenly understood how everyone else felt when they said things like “New year’s resolutions last until about the 10th of January,” because I felt the same way. (more…)
I don’t really go in for “New Year, New Me,” partly because I think it’s probably futile and also because there’s not a lot about myself I’d like to fundamentally change. I do have some plans for the year, and a couple of things I’d like to do more of, but no resolutions as such.
Relatedly: I’ve been thinking about this tweet. (more…)
I haven’t posted since my review of Force of Nature on the 15th of January, which was a cheat post anyway because I wrote it last June. Before that I did my End of Year Reflections, plus a few other posts thinking about the year that had just happened and the one that was coming up.
Well, suffice it to say 2017 wasn’t exactly excellent. For the past few years I’ve adopted a Russian tradition of writing a wish for the upcoming year on a piece of paper, burning it, then tipping the ash into a glass of champagne and drinking it as I welcome in the new year. This year I didn’t get a chance to do that, but if I had then my wish would have been for the year to be better than 2017.
This year I came to the startling conclusion that I’m actually not bad with money. I’ve always been told I’m terrible at managing my finances, and I’ve always believed that to be true because until about four years ago I never felt like I had enough money to live on. This was even the case when I was working in advertising and earning a pretty fat pay cheque.
However, a few months ago I was discussing life with my therapist, and she asked about money. I told her I’m bad with it, and she asked why, and we talked about my current habits. “They sound very healthy,” she told me when I explained that I earn enough to live on comfortably and have a reasonably well-stocked savings account. “But I’m bad with money,” I replied, “I always have been. Everyone I’ve ever lived with has told me I’m bad with money.”
Well, it hasn’t been the best of years. I’ve spent most of it heavily medicated, curled up in beds or baths at home or in hospital. However, there have been some highlights, and the extended period of time at home made me remember some stuff I’d forgotten, like how important philosophy is to me, and how much I enjoy spending time alone.
…before I stop talking about the new year and get back to a regular blogging schedule.
Last year on New Year’s Eve, my friends and I went through a Buzzfeed list of questions to ask yourself as 2015 became 2016. I thought it’d be interesting to answer a few and then do the same at the end of 2016 and see what, if anything, has changed. Last year’s answers are here. And this year’s are below.
…before I stop talking about 2015 / new year and get back to a regular blogging schedule.
When everyone came over on New Year’s Eve, we found a Buzzfeed list of questions to ask yourself as 2015 became 2016. We didn’t ask all 30, and I probably won’t answer all 30 now, but I thought it’d be interesting to answer a few and then do the same at the end of 2016 and see what, if anything, has changed.
I make resolutions every year. I used to be really good at keeping them, then I was bad at it for a few years, then in 2013 and 2014 I was good at it again. Last year I forgot what mine were, and then they sort of changed halfway through anyway, and when I looked at them again I realised I’d done some, but not others.
I love new year. It’s my favourite holiday. I’m aware that as a cynic and general scrooge about holidays, this may come as a surprise. But I fucking love it. And this year I am cementing a tradition I started last year: Scar’s NYE Party.