I don’t even remember what my word of the year was.

But I don’t know if that matters either.

2021 has been one of the busiest, most stressful years I’ve ever had. I met some goals, I didn’t meet others, I tried and failed to be the best version of myself. I don’t even know what that means anymore. I haven’t written for this blog in nearly a year. And I feel a little lost as what to do next.

I am lucky. I’ve had a wonderful year. But my capacity to write has diminished to very little. Can this be chalked up to another year of graduate school? Sure, but at this point, it is starting to feel like when that ends in another year, what will be the next excuse I use to not chase my dreams?

I’ve spent a lot of time on social media, and not a lot of time focusing on working on myself. So here’s a plan. I want to summarise the joys of my weeks, and keep sort of an online diary, so that at the end of the year, I can look back and see something that doesn’t feel like I have not accomplished anything.

I accomplished so much this year, and yet it feels like a fog. I no longer want to feel the weight of fog when there feels like no time for reflections.

So cheers to a space for reflection. May I stick to it.


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