Illusions of a Happy New Year


I liken New Year’s Day to Lent, in that both elicit fleeting reflection and interim amendments.

Jesus, fuck. Cynical much? 


No, I’m a (goddamned writer) pragmatic idealist.

When I was a practicing Catholic (married to my daughter’s father), Lent was the vilest time of year for me because I’d have to surrender something meaningful for forty days. For me, it was cigarettes. Only I’d light up on the sly; smoking was integral to my writing process, for fuck’s sake.

Why not just quit drinking instead?

 Drunkenness is more difficult to conceal. Duh.

As an adult, I have never made a New Year’s resolution; the import of a New Year’s pledge is no greater than the one vomited into a toilet at 1 a.m. after celebrating Tuesday.

Listen. I believe in living my truths, spreading love, and advocating for those in need. I believe in the strength of the human spirit, and I stand by those who want to make a positive change. But I realize that those steps towards betterment must come from a genuine place. Often, when someone decides to try to live a more truthful life, a kinder, healthier life, they have been contemplating their own behaviors and existence for a good long while. And these are the people who are serious—who don’t wait for New Year’s Eve, or dread the coming of Lent.

I have no illusions of a happy new year. Shit happens. Life happens. All I can do is keep on keeping on—never give up, even when I want to because I’m a fucking human being who puts absolutely no stock into platitudes, and is just as vulnerable to the darkness as the next person.

All of that being said, I won’t wish you a Happy New Year. What I will do is send you love and good vibes; lend you my voice should you need the words; and offer the strength stored up in my heart should you need additional strength.




Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

19 thoughts on “Illusions of a Happy New Year

  1. Reason 952 why I love the hell out of you Kindra Austin:
    “What I will do is send you love and good vibes; lend you my voice should you need the words; and offer the strength stored up in my heart should you need additional strength.”

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  2. Kindra, your honesty is so refreshing 🙂 I have had a variety of thoughts about the new year over the years, and while I have seen some people use both that and Lent as a time for genuine reflection, I agree that for most people it is a thing they feel compelled to do. And I absolutely agree that real change, in whatever way, comes with personal drive and a ton of fucking hard work!
    Much love, this year, last year and always 🙂

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  3. Absofuckinglutely! Never have seriously made a resolution. Load of bollox to do so, in my opinion.

    In fact, you’ve just made me realise that I didn’t even remember to consider making one…


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        1. 🙂 ❤ P.S. I watched the episode of Seinfeld when Kramer and Newman were on the outs, and competing for New Year's Eve party guests. LOL I thought of you, naturally.

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          1. I have probably said this to you before…but I just don’t understand people who say they never “got into” Seinfeld. Really? Okay, then. I fucking quit you. LOL

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