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These are the random thoughts floating through my head these days according to my google searches. They tell the story of a distracted mind that clearly is not getting much work done. They tell the story of a year spent in lockdown.
These new year’s resolutions come to you a little late, and to be completely honest, it’s because I’ve been putting them off. You see, this new year doesn’t exactly feel like a new year, just a continuation of the last. It’s missing its new year feel and all the hope and excitement that goes along with it. We’re in our third lockdown here in England, and I now have a rotation of three sweatsuits as outfits: my morning sweatsuit, in which I lounge around, wake up a little and drink coffee in; my work sweatsuit, in which I well, work in; and my workout sweatsuit. It’s an extra special day if I take the time to wear makeup (although I never skip skincare), and my hair has become wild since June was the last time I was at the salon. I have been searching the internet for professional hair-cutting scissors and at this point, am considering asking P to cut it for me. Wish us both luck.
So far, this new year has been about taking stock and cutting back and clearing out. I’ve deleted WhatsApp (privacy concerns) and replaced it with Signal. I’ve deleted all extraneous Instagram accounts (there were about 6 or more) and seriously considered getting rid of @thisiglamorous. At home, some of the changes we’ve made include finally switching from our current internet service provider, buying a mulberry silk duvet (and a new ruffly duvet cover set) for cosy winter nights, and ordering a dehumidifier for these damp winter days.
Continuations aside, this new year doesn’t feel altogether hopeless though either, as last year felt. It just feels strange. Like there is none of the momentum that comes with a fresh start. It feels slow, as if time were standing still as we wait. Wait until we can dress up again. Go for dinner somewhere nice. See old friends and make new ones. Hug. But until then, we wait, and try to keep moving, try to wake up with the same feeling of anticipation for a new day. Take up new hobbies and learn new things. Work on improving ourselves, if we want. And so, on that note, here are my new year’s resolutions for 2021. May the year turn out as well as you hope, or better than you ever dare to dream… Happy New Year to you and those you love―may it be filled with light and more beautiful moments than your heart can hold.