Actually, when I think about it, that whole sentence is pretty much completely inaccurate because it was definitely more like 230am, HE planted the lips on ME, and every New Years Eve since I've looked back, and wondered what my life would've been like, if I hadn't pulled on my DM's and my Fresh Garbage hippie skirt with the tiny mirrors on, and queued up in the rain at the Greenan Lodge on that New Years Eve in 1989.
Still in my teens, still at school, I was chubby, ginger, a wannabe (but not quite) goth, the inevitable wing woman to my vastly more attractive, much less gauche mates. Oh, and did I mention the dodgey perm? Yes indeedy, I had it ALL going on at Tulips nightclub on that last night of the 1980's and yet.... and yet...unbelievably, amazingingly, on that rainy night, I was the lucky one.
And as the 90's slowly dawned, I really had no idea that I'd just happily snogged the face off my husband- to- be and future father to my five (just as well really!) children. I DO however, remember being soooooo mortified when my dad arrived at my friend's house to look for me at 3am, emerging through the cold January mist to find us otherwise engaged on the doorstep. He gruffly told me to get myself home NOW... which I did...but I didn't go to bed without first informing him, that he'd just ruined my life and I wasn't EVER speaking to him again....I know! *wince*
So, I suppose in an awkward way, I'm saying that you just never know what blessings a new year can bring....even if you don't know they're blessings at the time, even if you don't realise that a whole chain of events has just been put in motion, nor that your world has just tilted slightly on its axis.
Like so much in life, you only appreciate it when you look back, sometimes years ahead, and you understand that all those decisions, and choices, however random they seemed at the time, somehow led to right here today. And so for that New Year's Eve all those years ago, I feel grateful and thankful and blessed.
The only other thing I wanted to say, apart from obviously wishing each and every one of you a Happy New Year, is don't beat yourself up too much about New Years resolutions. I mean, I know they're great in theory and all that, but I've found they can leave you feeling a bit shit about yourself...and apparently it's not just me breaking every January diet I ever started because 75% of us have kicked the resolutions to the kerb by January 10th.
So as an alternative, here's this little quote by the author Neil Gaiman that I really love. In fact, I like it so much, I'm adopting it as my mission statement for 2013, so stick around and I'll let you know how I get on. Take it away Neil...
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.
So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.”
A very, very happy 2013 to you and yours, my lovelies xxxx