Dear blog,
In my universe, 2018 was big. I got married. Jughead got married. I turned 30. Did some epic trips - caught GOT in Croatia, jumped on a hot air balloon, saw mummies in Egypt, staycationed in Singapore. Moved jobs. Moved cities. Made a home.
Looks like growing up has happened.
There are still many things that haven't happened. College. Figuring out my purpose in life. Losing weight. Learning personal finance. Cycling. Fitness.
But hey, what's a new year for?
Readers, I have decided. 2019 is going to be the year of "Read, Write and Save and Exercise." I shall read 75 books. Put together my mother's cookbook. Write several stunning somethings. Save a lot more. Get fit. And generally, be more useful with my time, effort and money.
Work remains a challenge. I felt extremely productive and successful last year and now, I feel wrongfooted and unsure most times. But I'm telling myself, this too shall pass. I need to feel and show more confidence in myself and so I shall fake it until I make it. As they say in narcos (Mexico, not Colombo), this is an opportunity.
My biggest focus however is to try and become a little better on a few things. 1. Treat my mom better (especially if I have to get her to give me that cookbook) 2. Beat bear at being nicer (even if it kills me) 3. Stay in touch with people (in a non-creepy way) 4. Deliver birthday gifts to people before their next birthday 5. Invest in self-care (comb hair, buy pants that don't fall off).
Here universe, take. All my good intentions. So you better whatever they say you do to make it happen. Okay, that wasn't meant to be a threat. Just trying the optimistic route, okay? So don't disappoint.
Let's go.
