New Year’s Resolutions 2024

Oh, look at that, it’s September and boy did September go fast this year. Anyway.

I absolutely hate trying to give myself space and kindness in the depths of winter in January, trying to fashion yourself anew in bronze for the new year. It’s never felt right.

However, September is for me the moment of reflection, it ties in with growth and harvest. Autumn is a wonderful season. Enough of the year has passed for you to get some perspective, but also to have developed things you can work on in winter to help next year. It works with the academic calendar, and the cycles of Edinburgh Fringe. All of this feels much more fruitful, from here on I’m going to be doing my New Years Resolutions in September.

2023 was a year when everything changed, and nothing did.

do. time is ticking. let the present roll out, for as long as it can. i can.
new year same you. perfection and normality are beating sticks for imperfect beauty. start to work with yourself, not against.
chase pleasure where it leads, follow laughter to where it flows. one day we will all be mere voices on the wind.
embrace from your core, the full meaning of practioner of care. for others and yourself.
grin into the wind when it whips around you. you are home.
if you don’t have hope of your own, then its okay to borrow your friends, shop bought is fine.
a small everyday ritual of agape. a domestic moment, repeated across a street, a city. breathe in, breathe out.
you may say, “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” i may say queer families.
grief is a universal language, a dance we all know the steps to, a shorthand to understanding across such a gulf.
a new chapter of life opens in front of you. do not feel ready, but all our bones react to the same kind vibrations.
to be a lover of poetry; and yet be completely unable to take oneself seriously as a medium for it, convulsive self-deprecation.