The Eve of 2014

So it's New Years' Eve and while everyone is preparing for the evening ahead with sequins, champagne and a healthy dose of glitter I will be watching the fireworks in London from the comfort of my living room and pyjamas with a Bucks Fizz in my hand and my dogs by my side. You see, I'm more into the idea of going out at New Years than I am into the reality. The anticipation, the extra minutes spent on make-up and hair, the heels you know you're going to regret, the friends and laughter all before the clock strikes midnight and in a smoke and cocktail fuelled haze you realise it's a pretty packaged normal night with an extra £5 added on to the door price, 25% over capacity with spilt drinks on stairs and the inevitability of someone crying in the toilets at any given moment.

New Years is one of my favourite times of the year as it really appeals to the dominant side of me that loves change that I create. Lists, a clean home, big ideas, projects divided into time slots, appointments made and dated, a fresh hair colour - it's all so very exciting to me. That is until after the fireworks have long since died out and for the next two months I'm writing 2013 on every official application I have to fill out. Awkward. But still, change. Not much really ever changes for me. I still have the same people in my life that I refuse to ever let go of without a fight, I still live in the same house and have done for the last (almost) three years, I will still have my puppies and my life, hobbies and my work but it feels like change could come even if it's not as solid as Sam Cooke thinks.

So today I will be paying bills, running errands, doing the food shop and treating myself to a large Starbucks coffee just like any other day only I will also be writing those lists, baking, cleaning, colouring my hair and planning all sorts of good things for 2014 because while it may not be a new me, it's a new year and that's as good as anything at all.