Forceful

I spent some time thinking. Resting, building up my strength, putting my stuff in order.  I wanted to be ready for this year, to look it in the eye, to square up to it. One main resolution: not to have a year like last year.

Let's summarise so we can put that year to bed. Began the year in a slough of despond on anti-depressants. Filed a loss in my business for the first time this century. Had more radiotherapy on my cervix. Stumbled over my husband fucking one of my friends in our office. Put the holding company into administration. Discovered a big lump in my neck. All this against the backdrop of massive global recession, riots, and the stress and misery and illness and death of my friends. Hurrah for 2011. Not.

However I survived all these things and got my act back together, and I ended the year feeling surprisingly good.

And that is the last looking-back I'm going to do. 2012 is going to be a good year. It's going to be a year in which I make lots of positive changes in all sorts of areas of my life. I'm more than ready. I'm excited, energised, full of life and optimism. Watch me catch fire  -  this year is the year of new beginnings, of transformation.

I'll keep listening to Ripley, of course. But this year I think I'm going to be mentored by Yoda, since he's wise and calm, and I like his advice on making things happen.

Do or do not. There is no "try".