New starts. Resolutions. Clean Slates. That’s what new year is all about right?
I must confess that I’m terribly bad at resolutions — I usually go half a year at best, before regressing back to old habits. Then again, it won’t be the typical new year for me this year. Yep, break ups tend to do that to you.

It’s been about a month, but I’m genuinely surprised at how we’ve both coped. There’s been no melodramatic outbursts, no nasty phone calls, not even the divided friendship groups. We were great friends who were honest with each other, so this is by no means a post full of whinging, hate and/or revenge. It’s funny how everyone else makes a big deal out of it — but we both saw it coming.

What this is about is starting again. I’m finding that relationships tend to cultivate a certain kind of insularity — a security blanket if you will.
I’m slowly discovering the amount of people that I had lost touch with as a consequence of date nights, brunches and alone time.

I’m a big believer in the fact that the other half greatly influences one’s personality and dispositions. You start getting the same songs stuck in your heads, talk the same way, walk the same way, and start reading each other really really well. And that’s part of the fun right?

But what happens when that person goes? What happens to your newfound habits, your shared playlists, or your joint discoveries? It’s giving me a lot of food for thought. It’s making me realise that the little bubble of insularity is gone once again, and that I have a huge opportunity to rediscover what I’m all about as a person. To see, feel and experience things through a different, wiser set of eyes.

So my new year’s resolution? No drastic weight loss promises. No dramatic wardrobe changes. The aim is a lot simpler: to reconnect; and to just wing it. Because sometimes, the most unexpected impacts come from the subtlest of changes.