Intellectual dreamboat Hadley Freeman declared one of the worst ideas of 2012 to be celebrities oversharing; "Memo to Kim Kardashian: no one wants to hear your thoughts on the Middle East."- Amen. Freeman makes a good point and perhaps people would rather not hear my opinions on the Middle East either but as an aspiring writer I can ill afford the mystique of silence. Kardashians and the Middle East aside, I will share some thoughts on lighter matters.
As the dust settles on this new year I've been struggling to think of
what resolutions I should make, if any. Traditionally I avoid
this annual flirtation with active self improvement but I appear to be
at a point in my life where this kind of bull might be just what I
need to kick me into gear. This year many people have opted for a "dry" January but I cannot understand why anyone would make their first foray into the new year more difficult for themselves...2013 already has a lot to live up to. 2012 was the year the Olympics came to London, we celebrated the Queen's Diamond Jubilee, the world DIDN'T end and it was momentarily not all that bad to be British. 2012 was a year in which things were always going to happen, years of hard work and millions of pounds spent reached fruition. And I similarly sought the fruits of my own personal labours. 2012 was the year I wrote my dissertations, graduated from university and turned 21- all deeply traumatising and manifesting in differing emotional outbursts. And despite the unpredictability of my reactions to these events I was safe in the knowledge that I too would achieve in 2012, wheels were in motion. Now the final weeks of 2012 have been and gone, I am somewhat suspended in the wake of these relative achievements - I find myself staring into the abyss of 2013...
2012:
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| Celebrating her Majesty's Diamond Jubilee. |
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| The Olympics.
Thus far in my life I have been quietly pottering towards the ambitious career carved out for me by my 8 year old self and my feminist mother. I have worked through an endless chain of productive and necessary steps; a-levels, university, endless interning, but what now? I no longer have the comfort of this predetermined productivity. 2013 is feeling like a bit of a free fall, the morning after the great party of 2012. I have decided that I will not succumb the stultifying indeterminateness of 2013. Whilst the press continue to remind me that my future as a graduate is bleaker than ever and my parents are less than hopeful I am determined to make things happen for myself, quit procrastinating ("positive" or otherwise) and continue with this oversharing for the foreseeable future.
Happy New Year
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| The hopeful graduate. |
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| Graduate life in 2013. |
