Same Old Brand New You

We’re just a week into 2016 and I’ve probably seen enough new year, new you features to last me the rest of the year.

It turns out I am not the kind of the person who can switch from Quality Street to quinoa in the cold dark early days of January.

And what if I prefer the old, old me?

Between September and December of last year I met up with three of my best friends from my school days. I’m not going to pretend it is possible for a fortysomething woman to revert back to being a teenager (there’s not a girdle or truss in the land that can get those hips back), but there’s something about spending time with people who knew you before responsibilities that brings out the carefree side of your nature.

My teenage years were not some kind of nirvana – I had the same doubts and fears as every other girl of that age – but I look back on that early version of myself, and I wish I had her fearless drive and spirit. The belief that I could do whatever I wanted to do, as long as I worked hard for it.

So 2016 for me will be about finding the essence of my teenage self (not literally, I was an intoxicating mix of firm-hold hairspray and ‘aqua breeze’ anti-perspirant) and carving out a new kind of creative life for myself.

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Happy New Year to you all.

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