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2014, they say.

To be honest, the day just ticked over for me. Normality. Regularity. Mundanity (?)

I looked out the window as the numbers changed and the 2013 became nothing more than a memory. My vision was littered with escalating light; blue, green and red was shooting up at dizzying speeds wide across the city. I let it burn into my eyes until all that was left was the empty darkness, like a blanket dropped on the city. The madness, revelry and inevitable chaos dissolved by silence.

I stood and watched, and wondered. What will this year bring?

Seeing it in with my Mum (and father by absence, he was there in dreamland) wasn't even depressing. It took being invited to a party that I didn't want to go to for me to know that I didn't want to feel like Harry Potter in a sea of muggles. My preference lay in being with people who's space I appreciated, rather than wondering why I was surrounded by people that, just like 2013, would soon be only a memory. I wanted to know that 2014 would be entered into through my own choices, that I would chose the fate I could control in the way I wanted.

Resolutions are silly, we all know that. But it is the distinct feeling that merely by making any, by simply putting a couple of words, a few bullet points down on a piece of paper, that we are halfway to achieving them. As if that act itself is part of the resolution. I can only imagine that 90% of people have "make new years resolutions at the top of their to-do list". Many will fail.

I make them every year.

Unaware why, and with only a half hearted attempt to really think what I want another year in the unknown to bring, I charter on with pen and paper. Wondering if the words I put together will still mean anything in months, even weeks. An amalgamation of a moment, an attempt to predict my attitude to the future.

This year, simplicity. No, that's not a resolution, that's literally my approach to the task. I felt bullet points were relevant - quick, easy, and its easier to stick to the task when you draw the bullet point and then feel the daunting obligation to fill it.

- confidence.
- daring.
- ambition.
- opportunity.
- gratitude.

Why is life divided into moments? Why do we insist on choosing one day to collate all our aspirations for 365 days?

Live each day. Make constant and consistent choices to be a better person, live the life you desire. Don't wait for the one day of the year where you are most likely to be hungover, feel like not moving and eating yourself through the bakery section of the supermarket, to make impacting decisions about the rest of the year.

Push forward and make every moment count. Live in the now, and live it up.