Hello and welcome to Reader, I Didn’t Marry Him: the wit, wisdom and whimsy of a nomadic twenty-something. I’m Steph, 27, from England (Yorkshire born and bred) and currently living in Sydney, where I spend my time pratting about in a manner befitting a teenager and trying to second guess the truly bonkers Australian weather. The score is currently Aussie Weather 2, Steph 1.
The 1st of January typically inspires resolution, a chance to wipe the slate clean and start again. A shiny new year – 2015 – stretches before us like a deliciously crisp, blank sheet of paper. What marks will we choose to make in the next twelve months? While television, magazines and internet ads spout the old adage, ‘New Year, New You’, exploiting our body insecurities in their endless quest for profit, I invite you to spend five minutes thinking about what you want. What do you enjoy? What makes you happy? There is no law saying that resolutions have to be punishing. Imagine how much happier we would be if we resolved to do the things that make us feel good, such as a weekly date with a Lush bath bomb and a book or baking (however imperfectly) every recipe in the Great British Bake Off cookbook. Most people break their resolutions within two weeks and spend the rest of the year binging and purging and annoying their friends with compliment-seeking Facebook statuses. Why not choose to live guilt-free in 2015? Resolve to do what you want without the self-criticism and over-analysis that is so damaging to mental wellbeing. Stop saying no and start saying yes.
My singular resolution is to write this blog. I have had the title and idea in my head for about eight months and owned the domain for two months. I didn’t want to launch until I had a ‘perfect’ site design and posts written well in advance, but a fancy layout and super-human organisation will come later. For now, I hope the content alone is enough. The literary among you will recognise the title as a play on the final chapter of Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre. I have always hated that chapter. Life is so much more interesting than a poorly-written epilogue in which the heroine marries a total drip (sorry, Rochester fans) as an afterthought. This isn’t a blog about my love life or men or anything to do with Jane Eyre, but I’m sure all will feature here and there.
Happy New Year, readers. I wish you all a 2015 rich in laughter and happiness. Be kind to yourselves.