As many of you know, I write a piece at the start of every year – be it a project for the following year, a look back at the previous year, a Bucket List or some other inane bullshit that usually appears in my head in the pub on Christmas Eve.
And as I get older, and some would say wiser (some would also argue abhorrently in the opposite direction…), these posts take more of a retrospective glance back at the previous twelve months. And my God, 2014 has been a belter. So what better way to look back at the last year than by showing just how much of a better person I’ve become?!
So instead, here’s what I’ve learnt over the last 365 days. And it’s been a hell of a lot.
You can achieve as much as you wish in as little time on offer.
A philosophical start, yes, but one meant with sincerity. This year, I’ve been running around like a blue-arsed fly – three jobs, six days a week working hard (and I mean hard…) – plus finding time to slot in a full-time degree and a vague social life. And it’s been a lot of fun. I’ve shaved a good twenty years off my life expectancy, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
There is no limit to how much champagne my body can cope with.
Seriously. I don’t know where it all goes.
Making written notes is old-school – but ALWAYS beats typing.
I get slaughtered at work for still using a pen and paper, but I love it. How else can you quickly reference back to previous meetings?!
I’m a fish convert. Maybe.
Let’s be honest, who liked fish as a kid? Not me. But this year, I became so much more sophisticated in restaurants as I order some wanky fish dish. And then grimace through the taste of the sea.
Relaunching companies is the best.
It really is. Especially one people have heard of before. Thanks for the last few months, Team audioBoom. You lot are the bloody best. Let’s smash 2015.
Frank Underwood is a genius.
Since starting House of Cards for a second time, I find myself slipping more and more into a Frank Underwood mentality. It’s dangerous. It’s manipulative. It’s awful. But it’s so much fun!
A three-piece is a must.
This year, I bought my first tailored three-piece suit. I adore it, and I don’t know how I lived without it before. However, when the lining rips the day before a party, sweet Jesus I lose it.
Nobody remembers Joseph Kony.
Remember that dude that we all tracked down on Facebook because the video told us to? Yeah, that.
Hold yourself in high regard.
Believe in yourself, and what you can achieve. It’s worthwhile – trust me. Yes, you’ll be called a pompous twat on plenty of occasions (it’s scary how often that’s happened this year) but if you don’t believe in yourself, who will?
I’m buying shit for a house and I don’t even notice it.
“Oh, those wine glasses are lovely – let’s buy them!”
No. No no no. Let’s not. Not until I move out, anyway. Who knows, that might be a milestone for 2015?
Building an art wall is expensive.
I don’t know why, but I had the urge. So did it. Sure, the art wasn’t overly expensive and lots of bits I’ve been saving for years, but in another life, I plan on being a picture framer. Cos they offer you a daylight mugging and all you can do is nod and agree and hand over your cash. And your wallet. And your dignity. Damn picture framers.
Facebook is a complete pain in the arse.
There is no end to my dislike of my Facebook feed. Case in point.
Nigella is a goddess. And there’s nothing you can say to stop it.
Don’t argue that, either. Or you’ll face the same fate as my friends did when they saw the two-hour tirade unfold in front of them in the pub in the summer. Even Danish Nigella is amazing.
Building a company deck isn’t as fun as it should be.
It’s still a bloody PowerPoint presentation – just with more logos.
Hosting your second Olympics is just as fun as hosting your first.
Remember my London 2012+1 party last year? This year, we threw a +2 party – in the Olympic Park. And it was AMAZING. Desperately trying to hide a bottle of vodka from security people at 2pm was a breeze… Ahem.
Being a Grammar Nazi is a hell of a lot of fun.
It really is. There’s no excuse for typos, bad grammar and useless punctuation in the age of computers and word processors. My Instagram feed has become a constant stream of shite spelling – and it’s been brilliant. Being asked if you’re okay snapping pictures of nectarines is so worth it.
Growing up is fun.
I’m nearly a fully-fledged grown-up. Yes, I pay tax. Yes, I have a good job that I love dearly. Yes, I look after myself well. But this year, I feel as though I’ve come on leaps and bounds. I can’t wait to graduate next year and walk out with a couple of letters tacked on to the end of my name. Uni’s been hard – and not for the right reasons – but 2015 is going to be a big year for me. And I can’t bloody wait.