When I get a new laptop, with its shiny new laptop smell, I vow to take especial care of it. I will always wash my hands before touching it, even if they don’t feel dirty.
I feel the same way about our new flat. It is shiny and empty and beautiful. An otherworldly, Georgian fantasy kind of beautiful. It deserves to be filled with the best things. The prospect of stocking its cupboards inspires me to make better choices to eat healthier, because that kitchen deserves to be home to the best food, stored elegantly, preferably in matching mason jars.
The turn of the new year, month, or week inspires a new beginning, but so does getting new things and being in new spaces. I love to celebrate these new cycles when they arise so that the mark of a new calendar year isn’t my only panic-filled marker for assessment.