I am not really one for new year’s resolutions in the traditional sense. Instead, I prefer to try and do things that will make me a happier, nicer, smarter, more organised person. This typically includes visiting a new country, learning a new language or trying to create some sort of album for all the photographs I have taken over the years.
I may not get there, and quite frankly, if last’s year’s ‘New Year’s To Do List: The Carry Overs” is anything to go by, I don’t get even close, but I think it is better than trying to stop drinking wine (why is this EVER a good idea?) or eating chocolate (see previous point). Life is too short.
This year, one of my resolutions was to take a picture a day of something that makes me smile, laugh or happy every single day and post it on my Instagram account. Some days it is easy, other days it is more difficult, but what I love about the concept is that it makes me look for a moment of joy in the every day.
It doesn’t have to be anything extraordinary, it just needs to be something that is special to me. Call it happiness. Call it contentedness. Call it life’s simple pleasures. I call it a nice reminder that every day, even the shitty ones, can have one solitary moment when, if time stood still, I could happily stay there forever.
This was my January.
A good book and a beautiful teacup.
A small man and a big ocean.
A frangipani flower
Sydney on a glorious evening
My brother in Sydney – probably the best thing about January.