Dear 2013:

Might I suggest that you bring me the following (in no particular order):

Let's be realistic here, it doesn't have to be Don Draper, but let's just keep him as a reference for my kind of tall, dark and handsome.

I would very much like to become the mummy of a french bulldog. Ideally, I would like my frenchie to be a girl. Her name would be... Aurora! (actually, my first plan was for it to be a boy frenchie because I had a much cooler boy name in mind; but the truth is, I do not like dog genitals dangling about. THERE. I SAID IT. It's the truth, you can't blame me for speaking the truth. Besides, I can always save that super cool name for a future son.)

Many of my friends are spread around the world. I love them and miss them. I would like to see as many of them as possible in 2013. 

2013 has some major challenges in store for me. It'll take courage, gracefulness, perseverance, positivity and a lot of hard work. Please make sure you throw in generous helpings of all these things.

 

I hope to attend many wonderful parties in 2013 (YOLO, right?). This is a broad category that also includes great live music shows and exhibitions - my two favourite things in life, which I am sure play a crucial role in keeping me sane. 

You'll agree that Christmas is no longer about saying happy birthday to Jesus - I am not judging, in fact I am totally fine with that as I feel no empathy with our Saviour. It now seems as though once we grow out of the excitement of receiving loads of toys on the same day, it becomes all about the food coma. So, in 2013 I would very much like to pursue a healthier lifestyle which doesn't involve eating Christmas desserts for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It'd also be nice if I actually started bothering with body lotion all year round and not just from June til September, which is when I wear skirts with no tights. Generally speaking, I hope to be better to myself from 2013 onwards, which would ideally involve being less self-critical and, while we're at it, it might also be a good idea to stop having bra-less afternoons on the sofa, munching away mindlessly. ;)

(To be continued...)