Meryl Streep, telling it like it is - should realise this truth earlier and save lots of time.
Maybe this should be my mantra for 2016 because, with just over an hour to go, I'm feeling distinctly meh about the whole New Year thing. I'm thinking Hogmanay is for the young (who can go out on the randan with friends) or for those with big family or friendly neighbours who can fill the house with the party spirit. It doesn't happen much now but there isn't much point sitting by yourself waiting on the bells when nothing really changes, it's just another day tomorrow.
Like I said, feeling meh.
I'm waiting for a good year, I've been waiting an awfully long time and no matter how hard I work at it I never quite seem to have a satisfactory sigh in my heart at this point of the year.
The end of this year has been plagued with illnesses and I simply can't concentrate for more than five minutes on anything. I shall remedy it, there is only me who can do this.
2016 can be the year of acceptance...