happy new year

Happy New Year Friends

Our new year burst into view through a network of fireworks, unison’ed countdowns, and plastic horn blowers that stretched as far as we could hear and see from our little balcony.

And I remembered what it was like to be 10 years old and thrilled at the thought of a brand new year that would make me 11 — magically watching a little person (who once might have been me) shout HAPPY NEW YEAR, standing on a plastic chair and throwing his small voice out into the celebrations.

Eating our New Year spaghetti I would remind myself not to grudgingly resent an upcoming birthday or kill  those sparkling lights with morbid reflections of abandoned promises. It’s a new year and I’m happy.

Happy New Year friends.

Love Mel and Jerry xx

happy new year
A few days earlier Jerry and I sat in a coffee shop with our new Christmas gift journals. We wrote a list of the all the things we would do in 2019. Jerry’s said: go somewhere I never went before, swim in a waterfall, behave. Mine said: write everyday, go to all Jerry’s school meetings without complaining, ride my bike. We signed each other’s journals with ‘I promise I will do this’ to hold ourselves accountable.

Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, poet, and blogger — writing slick sales copy for clients from all over the world. And blogging poetry. In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.

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