New Year's Eve is a weird night. Thinking about resolutions means taking a long hard look at your shortcomings and failings. The arbitrary marking of our pale blue dot reaching a certain point on its track once again, means you think about all the experiences of the last year. I find myself wishing there had been more, and that I hadn't missed so many opportunities; that I hadn't spent some of the year in a malaise, doing little besides watching tv or crashed out on my bed.
It's a time of melancholy, the middle of winter, the end of festivities, the holiday, and time to get back to work.
That said, I had a fairly lovely night in the company of friends I've seen far too little since moving away in September. And now that we're past the darkest day there'll be more minutes and eventually hours of light every day until June (marked neatly by Glastonbury Festival). More light, more time, more energy. I look forward to it.
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