Three years ago today I was on a yoga retreat in Byron Bay. While the circumstances that had led me there weren’t exactly happy, taking myself off to Australia for seven days of yoga followed by a week hanging out with friends in Sydney was my way of taking control of my life and ending a not-so-great year on a positive note.

Sitting in the yoga studio on January 1st, having woken before dawn to do a yoga class on the beach as the sun rose on the new year, while dolphins played in the sea in front of us, we were given the task of writing a letter to ourselves. In the letter we were to include how we felt about 2011, what we wanted to create in 2012, what we felt grateful for and, finally, what we loved about ourselves.

There was a pile of variously coloured sheets of A4 paper to choose from. Despite not being a particularly girly girl I picked out two pieces of pink paper, one a soft baby pink shade, the other a vibrant hot pink and an envelope in a third shade of pink, somewhere between the other two. Something about the warmth of the colour and the pleasing effect of the different shades together appealed, I think. I started writing my letter in the early evening after the final yoga class of the day and finished it off later, after dinner. Once finished, we sealed our letters in envelopes with our home addresses on the front and gave them to course leader Jessie, who promised to mail them to us at some point during the year ahead.

I don’t really remember the day I received the letter in the post but reading it back today I’m struck by how optimistic I was clearly feeling when I wrote the letter, even as I reflected on what had felt like a tough year. Seven days of yoga, mediation, sun, hearty veggie food and starting the year without the usual hangover will do that to you I guess. Knowing as I do now what came next I want to teleport myself back in time and hug that past me when I read how I closed the letter to my future self: “I’m really hoping for good things for us in 2012, but know that we have the strength to cope with whatever happens. Looking forward to finding out how it all works out. Miranda xxx”

The challenges started immediately. My first day back at work after the trip I was told the magazine I edited was being sold to another company, which led to various, mostly negative, changes to my work life and my life, life. Before the end of February my mum had died. While outwardly it seemed like I was coping, soon after I started suffering panic attacks and, as the year drew to a close, I developed what turned out to be pneumonia, spending 31st December lying on my sofa, barely able to move and shortly after was hopitalised for nearly two weeks. Not exactly the year I had hoped for. But that happy, hopeful me of three years ago was right. I was strong enough to cope with it all.

A couple of weeks after I left hospital I flew to Costa Rica and, around halfway through my trip, there was a moment as I walked along a beach as the sun rose (I know sunsets are more popular, but I’m something of a sunrise junkie myself) when I suddenly realised that I felt happy, peaceful, optimistic and grateful once more, for where I was and for everything that had led me there (really).

While I haven’t repeated the exercise of writing a year end/year ahead letter to myself since Byron Bay I’m going to take a little time out and do it this year. The end of the year, or the very beginning of the next one is the perfect time to reflect on the previous twelve months (without dwelling on the past and getting lost in a vortex of coulda, woulda, shouldas of course), to give yourself a high five because, you know what, you survived, and to dream a little bit about the future. I’m also going to include some of the things I achieved this year, my favourite memories and a to do list for the year ahead. I haven’t decided whether to give it to someone I trust to mail it to me at some point in the future, or whether to put it away and perhaps open it mid-way through the year, which is as good a point as any to check in with where I am. What do you think?

What rituals do you have for marking the end of the old year and the beginning of the new one? Do share below!