I’m pretty sure 2013 will be a great year. In fact, I think it can’t possibly be anything else since it began with a spark:
For me, it was one of those moments when time goes on slow motion. We were peacefully sitting by the dinner table at a friend’s house on New Year’s Eve when my friend got up to do something by the kitchen counter. From where I was sitting, I suddenly, through the haze of the wine, saw that her sleeve was on fire. Proper flames and all. And of course, the super action person that I am, I did the one thing that makes absolutely no sense under the circumstances: I froze. Somehow the words “you’re on fire”, or “help, she is on fire” just did not leave my lips, and instead of saying or doing something useful, I stared at the spectacle open-mouthed.
I think I am on fire.
Indeed you are.
We should do something about it.
Fortunately all ended well — with laughs and a burnt cardigan. The cardigan did go to cardigan heaven, to mingle with the Christmas jumpers already in there, but luckily there were no other injures.
So what did we learn of this? That candles and cardigans don’t mix? That I freeze at the sight of flames like the Hound in Game of Thrones, maybe? Or, that fire is a good servant but a bad master? Perhaps just a basic ‘don’t put your arm too close to an open flame’ will do. And now, like the Phoenix rises from the ashes, shiny and new, I’m convinced this year will be a good one because of an undeniable causality: Fire = New beginnings. So from the ashes of a burnt black cardigan, a joyous New Year was born.
And for the record, I wrote this on New Year’s Day, and now it’s a week later. Clearly my New Year’s resolutions did not cure me of procrastination, but still… there’s always hope… and a tomorrow.