Happy New Year!
I realise that as of today we are six days in, but considering this is the first blog post of the year, and I’ve spent the last two weeks being as chillaxed as Giant Elsa here (although with significantly less bubbles), that phrase is still ok.
New Year in blog land is usually characterised by inspiring posts filled with different types of goals, and those all important words of the year, that will set the tone for how we live the next three hundred and sixty five days.
And whilst I am a fan of goals, and have half a formulated idea of a word in mind, attempting to blog them was a lesson in futility; every way I tried it just seemed Lame. And yes that was an intentional capital L.
The frustration of the exercise however, got me thinking: what if we didn’t have a word for the year, but something else instead? Like a poem for the year. Or a transportation system. Or a brand of toilet paper. How might that play out?
And so with that thought in mind, I bring you:
Now remembering that the usual bloggable idea is to choose a focus word for the year and why, I’ve come up with some other things to focus on.
Animal of the Year: For 2015, it’s the giraffe. Not only because once I saw that giraffe print was in, and I like to not be totally behind, but more because a giraffe never seems concerned about how different, or some might argue, pointless it is. It’s just all, “I’m a giraffe and that’s cool.” I think I can learn from that.
Song of the Year: After listening to a random collection of tunes on the radio for about fifteen minutes, I have settled exclusively on “I won’t give up,” by Jason Mraz for two reasons. One, because of the whole not giving up bit, and two, because it has backing vocals at important parts. The life lesson here is clear: sometimes you need a choir and sometimes you sing alone. (If there was a song about pulling obscure meaning out of lyrics in that brief interlude, I probably would have chosen that.)
Colour of the Year: Whilst Pantone’s 2015 colour was met with scepticism, my colour of the year, will also likely be met with scepticism. Probably because it has no name. But I’m thinking it will be the colour of a rich napolitana pasta sauce that makes you want to abandon all calorie counting and eat nothing but pasta for the rest of your life. I’ve chosen this vague description because I like the idea of living in such a way to inspire others to enjoy the good things in life.
Food of the Year: One would think pasta, after that last description, but I’m going instead with a Hot Dog. Because just like a hotdog, I endeavour to be likeable by all except those who are just never going to like me no matter what. Like vegetarians.
(Obviously I’m talking about vegetarians not liking hot dogs, not me. I have at least one vegetarian friend.)
Muppet of the year: What’s life if you’re not focusing on one particular puppet for a significant period of time? This year, for me it will be the The Great Gonzo, who is described by wikipedia, as being, “known for his wild-eyed, optimistic attitude, yet he is also something of an intellectual…“
I dare you to find a more inspiring muppet.
Kitchen Utensil of the Year: This was a tough one; there’s just so many great utensils to want to emulate, but in the end the answer was obvious. The humble spatula. Patient and consistent, learning when to flip things at just the moment to get it right, as well as strong and supportive and able to lift up those that need a little extra help. Just like who I want to be.
TV Character of the Year: Having just discovered the joy that is Brooklyn 99 (Hello new almost favourite TV series), I’m choosing Detective Jake Peralta. Funny, clever, and good at what he does, despite still possessing a child like love of fun.
He might even persuade me to be a policeman. Or at least think about it briefly whilst drinking tea.
Font of the Year: This was a hard one. With so many fonts how do you choose which one will be your signature font for the year? Which one actually describes not only who you are, but who you want to be? Are you a dependable helvetica? A hated Comic Sans? Or a spotty Budmo Jiggler?
In the end, I have settled on Shadows into Light. 2.
Because I like the name. And because the second one is a little messy and imperfect looking, which I relate to.
Case in point.
Dance Style Of the Year: There’s so many styles to choose from, but in the end it had to be Modern Interpretive Dance. Which I’m not entirely sure is a thing, but if it is, it has the notion of ‘dance how you want and have fun doing it.’ Which whilst not being the most aesthetically pleasing type of movement to watch, it’s arguably the best way to do it.
And let’s be honest: who doesn’t want to dance crazy just cause they can?
And with that, I think, I have enough to focus on this year. I’m aiming high, and endeavouring to be an interpretative dancing, messy, though inspiring, font writing Gonzo like TV detective giraffe, with the patience and strength of spatulas, the likeability of hotdogs, the tenacity of a not-quite-love ballad, and the ambiguity of random colour descriptions combined. The perfect goal for 2015. 😉
How about you? Have you set yourself some goals or focus words for the year?
Would you rather be a muppet instead?
How was your Christmas?