Well folks, it’s the end of the first week of 2017 and while gym owners and running shoe sellers count their cash, the celebrities who survived 2016 are sighing with relief.
Apparently quite a lot of people had a bit of a shocker last year. One mate in particular, has decided to incorporate 2016 into his list of swear words, e.g.: You son of a 2016! That low-down, sapsucking, 2016 of a thing! Oh, for 2016’s sake! Etc.
His year started off with the normal resolutions to lose weight, save the world and find a working pen next to the phone, but a third of the way down the 365 steps on the staircase of 2016, someone slipped a box over his head and shoved him in the back, so he arrived at New Years’ Eve like someone crawling from a train wreck.
For some reason we think that no matter how crappy things are going for us, we can reset our lives, and luck, on January 1st. That, somehow, when the clock ticks over to 00:01 on New Years’ Day, all the bad stuff will magically stop happening; just like New Years’ Eve 2015.
Now, whether 2017 will be a good year, or not, could depend on how we approach it. Maybe, by lowering our optimism bar, we’ll be much less disappointed if things go do end up going mango shaped? And if nothing major goes wrong, then we’ll enjoy an average, normal and slightly boring year. Basically, the sort of year my mate is eagerly hoping for after the horrors of 2016.
For those of you who’d like to know, fortunately for my friend the New Year has seen a slight improvement in his fortunes, but we’re keeping our fingers crossed. However, while I’m happy to text, email, or phone him, I’m still not real keen to be within arms-length of someone who’s been a lightning rod for bad luck.
Still, he did survive 2016, so I’m sure he’ll be fine; probably.
And folks, with that in mind, I’d like to wish you all a positively dull 2017!