Time to go, 2012.
Will I miss you? Maybe a little. Would I want to live you over again? Um – no. I’m quite happy to let you go.
I am looking forward to what 2013 has up its sleeve. The year of fruitfuless, I’ve heard it called. The year of new beginnings and creative ideas and happy endings. I love happy endings.
2012, you’re goin’ out with very little fanfare from me.
And 2013, I am anticipating your arrival.
So it begins.