New Year, New Start?

Am I the only person who thinks that there is absolutely no difference between 31st December and 1st January to any other two consecutive day? I feign enthusiasm when my friends text or call me wishing me a happy new year but inside I am mentally rolling my eyes. 'But New Years are about new starts! You can be whatever you want to be now! Nothing's holding you back now!' Really?

2010 represents nothing more to me than the year I graduate and step forth into the world in the hope of avoiding a Revolutionary Road style life. I love it when people dress and act in a completely different way because they want to make a 'new start.' Note to self: that's not you! Stop convincing yourself that you can be anything else than you already are.

Take me for example. I spent New Years with the only man in my life that matters: Harry Potter. Best. New. Year. Ever. Harry Potter, pyjamas, popcorn and a blue moon. What more could you want?

The first week of January sees the optimistic among us enrolling at the gym whilst wearing clean lines and sharp tailoring. Don't make me laugh. Magazines are reflecting the fact that we don't know what the hell is going to be the trademark outfit of this new decade. Just look at the new spring trends: floral, military, underwear as outerwear, flats, corsetry, the 'new trench'- let's face it; nobody really knows what's going on for 2010.

So now we come to the moral arc where we learn something and feel ever so slightly smug about ourselves; be yourself. Want to wear heels? Do it. Want to go out in North London even though it's all about East? Stay at home because you are obviously too concerned with what everyone else is doing.

Me? I'm going to take each day as it comes and wear my floral tea dress with my All Saints boots not because Vogue or Elle has told me to, but because I look fierce when I do so.