So, here we are. 2015.
The year I'm going to become a Mrs. The year I'll gain a husband and a new name. The year we'll finally get a dog. Those are not necessarily listed in order of how I excited I am about them. Ahem.
At exactly this time in 12 weeks we'll be saying our vows and tying the knot. Which is rather terrifying, exciting and surreal, to say the least. I cannot wait.
I haven't made many resolutions for the coming year. Mainly I'd like to be happier than I was in 2014, which, by all accounts, was a fairly terrible year. I intend to worry less, laugh more, throw out fewer vegetables which have rotted away to nothing in the depths of our fridge, go to the gym more, sit on the sofa less, be more sociable and wear more lipstick.
I wish you all a very happy new year. Let's do this, 2015.