One week in, then, and so far the year still feels like a big ol' heap of unknown. I quite like this. The anticipation of stuff happening is often so much more enjoyable than the actual stuff, which quite often involves;
1. a lot of quite dull paperwork,
2. potential financial instability,
3. planning matters in prolapse-inducing detail.
I am not good at any of the above. Well, I'm quite good at financial instability, but not by design.
It's a cliche that the New Year is a time of fresh starts and that, but this year it feels like lots might actually change.
(This is the post they read out after I get mowed down by an anvil delivery truck sometime next week, isn't it?)