A new year, a new decade. It calls for a fresh start, right? Resolutions to be made, a whole year stretching ahead of you to anticipate, to fill in with your empty promises about dieting, relationships, financial habits.
But why can’t people just live their lives as something ongoing and continuous, rather than treating it as a cycle, with fixed beginnings and endings. It gives people an excuse. I’m guilty of it, too. 2010 was shit, blah blah this blah blah that. 2011 will be better. It’s up to yourself to make the next day better than the last, instead of relying on some metaphorical year turn over to flush away all the misgivings and wrongs of the past year. Because nothing will happen unless you take action yourself.
Park bench ring by Bree Dentice
I think because there’s so much bad shit in the world, and not enough magic or wonder, people will take any opportunity to turn anything into something meaningful and supersititous. Like wishing on 11:11, or the whole New year/New start. Everyone's all like 'STFU STOP WISHING ON 11:11' but I think it's nice to have something that a lot of people have a common belief/hope in. It's like religion for me. I'm not particularly religious, and I'm technically Catholic but I don't believe in it at all. I still think religion is a fantastic thing, though. Having something to invest all your hope and faith in is seriously magical, having something to live for/live towards/something to expect.
My friend Linda showed me this. I don't know what it is about armour jewellery but I have a feeling I belong in the Middle Ages or something, because half my life is spent lusting over jewellery pieces akin to chainmail.
Anyway, I'm just spouting bullshit because I couldn't get to sleep and the first few days of 2011 have been a bit anti climatic, and I'm listening to Jack Johnson and he puts me in this sort of melancholic mood where I get into this trance and ponder over the mysteries of the universe with a pipe in my mouth. But I'm going to try enjoy the fuck out of this year and try not to sweat over the insignifcant things that bother me, because I tend to do it a lot. NYE was amazing, though. I headed to Rushcutters Bay to enjoy the fireworks and spent most of the night off my face. Evidence of which is in the blisters on my feet, a few unflattering Facebook photos and unexplained bruises.
Hope you all enjoyed the snippets of amazing jewellery I interspersed throughout this post. Especially the necklaces by Unearthen, oh my gosh. It's like having a little piece of the earth hanging around your neck. NYE outfit post and returning of comments coming soon.
And just because I can, some of my favourite poems: Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand, Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden, Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken and Litany by Billy Collins.
PS. This three words.me thing is really amusing