Another year over…

So it’s officially time to say goodbye to 2012 and I, for one, could not be happier! As regular readers of this blog would know, 2012 definitely wasn’t my favourite year, but I will be the first to admit it wasn’t the absolute worst either. After all, nothing can be that bad when you live on the most magical island in the world all year round!

For me, 2012 heralded some pretty amazing experiences balanced out with some major disappointments; a real revelation as to who my true friends really are (a wonderful mix of both new, old and furry); hard work and serious study fused with some seriously awesome parties and unexpected learning curves; epic music, outstanding DJs, fabulous fashion, serious shopping (I do think I may have developed an addiction), cute guys, delicious food, beautiful locations and a lot of change.

Hmmm. In retrospect, 2012 doesn’t seem that bad at all. However when I looked back on my resolutions from last NYE – as you tend to do at this time of year – although I made a good effort with most of them, I didn’t quite complete any of them. YET AGAIN.

You see, 2011 was the same. And 2010. And 2009. And the year before. And the year before that too. Which got me to thinking. By setting myself these strict New Year’s resolutions, with unrealistic pressure to achieve them, am I just setting myself up to fail? (I never did like following the rules, even if I set them myself!) And in that case, should I set myself a set of anti-resolutions? (I promise not to have any fun, I’m going to put on loads of weight, I plan to kiss plenty of horrible guys and I’m definitely not going to buy those Isabel Marant Memphis boots I want from Mayurka). Hmmm. No, I think not. It just seems like tempting fate to me. And I want those boots too much to risk it!

So come 2013, I have resolved to have no resolutions. That’s not to say I don’t have any goals or ambitions for the year ahead. Of course I do – but I’m not going to give them the pre-destined ‘resolution’ label of doom.

Starting at the first stroke of 2013, Miss W Ibiza is just going to live and let live. Take what life throws at me. Do whatever I want, wherever I want, with whoever I want, however it may happen.

But between now and then, I’ve still got four frenzied days of last ditch attempts to check all the boxes from last year’s list!