so, 2010 has come and gone, just like the year before that and the year before that. i'm not really sure what i had been expecting to happen, but every time the countdown starts i suddenly wonder if the singing blur of people will stop when they get to number four or three, simply stop counting and return to their drinks, the band won't announce the new years arrival and people won't hug and kiss and shout sweet drunken declarations of love. there will be just a quiet nothing, along with the quieter realisation that life isn't about to change, and that things can skip along as usual. but that didn't happen, i sang along with them as we danced ourselves into the new year; laughing and screaming, full of hope and drenched in the dust of a million new born stars. we could have been anywhere and anybody; it didn't matter, it didn't matter that my feet were burning from the peep toe heels and the embers of the last year that was already fading and being forgotten. it didn't matter because the new year was here, full of everything i wanted it to be, kind of like a magic present; bright silver wrapping with the most perfect bow and inside there's anything, anything you imagine and want and it's there, right there in front of you!
this morning, i did not, as i thought that maybe i would, jump out of bed with new found enthusiasm and attack the world with new idea's. i did however stumble, bleary eyed from my drunken stupor, across the living room and drag my bruised feet upstairs and into the bathroom. but it wasn't all pain, as i stood staring out of the window whilst brushing my teeth i watched the wind blowing the trees on top of the hill and i did feel that the world looks different somehow, more disheveled, as if waking from a deep sleep. and as i tied yellow ribbon around giant trees and fussed over the dog getting mud in my car i found that i had a happy bounce in my step.
wakey wakey world, i promise this year is worth walking up for.