Hello hello, pull up a seat. Biscuit? No? Probably wise.
Welcome to 2012, and my first blog post in this the olympic jubilee year.
January, I find, is always a time of year spent in reflection. Looking back on the previous year, identifying your mistakes, trying to work out how to avoid them and make the coming year better than the one that has just gone. This January has been no different.
In 2011 I managed to:
- Lose my job
- Become HIV+
- Have my HIV status “outed”
- Crash my car
- Have a relationship end in a rather unpleasant way.
So I’ll have to do doing pretty well to have a year worse than that really won’t I? In fairness there were some great parts to 2011 as well, especially when it came to making new friends and spending more quality time with my existing ones.
Like most people I’ve set myself a few goals or “resolutions” for the new year and unlike most years I think that last year actually has given me the kick up the arse that I need to set some of them into motion. I spent too much of 2011 worrying about other people and keeping my head down to actually enjoy life and put me first.
- Get Fit: I know this will probably feature on quite a lot of your resolutions, and it’s a noble one. But it’s never been as important to me as it is now, as a HIV+ man I need to take much greater care of my body, this means joining a gym and cutting down on the junk food.
- Better career, Better house: After I lost my job in 2011 I found employment again quite quickly, which I know makes me very lucky, but I don’t necessarily enjoy my job all that much. So I’m going to make a concerted effort to seek out a wonderful new job in the next couple of months. The same goes for where I’m living, it’s alright – but it’s not me. I need to be out of the suburbs and in the middle of the action, and I’m hoping I can get the ball rolling on this sooner rather than later.
- Find a decent man: When I first was mulling over these resolutions a few weeks ago I was single, proper Bridget Jones single, desperate and dateless if you will. But only in the the last week or so I’ve actually found someone rather special. He doesn’t care about my past or my HIV status. It’s very early days, but I’ve got a good feeling about this one.
As I look out of my tiny office window there’s a warm sunny glow reflecting off the buildings, and for the first time in quite a while I’m actually feeling positive about my future. My life may never be perfect but I can certainly make it great – it’s in my hands.