Friends, it is that time of year when one must look inward and reflect honestly on what one has become. A time to cast aside the chains of the past and make plans to secure the future. I believe this year to be mine. It’s only fair, isn’t it? So many years have passed by that weren’t mine. It may be selfish, but I’m putting myself first this year. Apologies to any other poor souls who wished to claim the year. Remember, it’s the early lion who wins.

Now, what do I want out of this coming year? That’s the big question and one I like to ponder while staring at the ceiling of my cave. A nicer cave would be a good start – and one well away from the family of apes down the path. Perhaps I’m thinking too big. The world is such a jungle at the moment; it’s hard to know what one wants, but a few things come to mind.

I would like to be happier, if only a little. Perhaps my anxiety can ebb so happiness can flow more readily.

Fitter would be a good goal too. I’m certainly not old enough to be gasping for air when climbing the hill to my home. Yes, that is a good goal. I’ll have to see about a membership to the Jungle Gym.

I suppose that covers my health, both physical and mental, to some extent. In terms of career, I’d like to build some momentum. I’m not planning to take off or anything, but just enough momentum to ruffle my mane would be enough for me. The life of an artist is never easy, but there is poetry to be found in it. The duality, the search for identity – the longing for connection while desperate for solitude.

Yes, these will be my goals. A healthier, happier lonely lion, with the whisper of momentum brushing my fur. It is time to put some pride back in the lion.

Have a roaring year,