It is ‘The Year of the Individual’.
The year where the express individuality of ‘you’ is of paramount importance.
This is year where your difference is what you should be shouting about.
This is the year where the fuckups that shaped you should be celebrated, thanked and retold.
Not ashamedly hidden.
This is the year where the only glass screen you should look to for affirmation or adulation is a mirror.
Instead of joining the misguided millions that fish fruitlessly for felicity in phones and laptops.
This year is The Year of the Individual.
An essential celebration that never, ever gets old.
This is The Year of the Individual.
No matter which year you choose to read it.
Don’t be late.