This year blew my mind. Usually when I'm approaching the end of a year and the start of a new, I'm feeling a mixture of disappointment, dread and hope. This year is totally different.
This year I fucking nailed it.
Last year I promised that 2014 would be the year for me. I'd make it as excellent and as productive as possible. In a lot of ways it was crap but the bad was, for the first time, outweighed by the good. High and lowlights included becoming unemployed and living on a shoestring, to starting my career, getting a kitten and moving out of my flat with my housemates, cementing my relationship in ways I'm not talking about on t'interwebs, ending toxic relationships, nurturing existing ones and building new bonds with beautiful and interesting people, and most importantly; filling myself with direction and happiness.
I'm at a point in my life where I have absolutely no complains. I've never felt like this before.
I don't believe in setting unrealistic goals in the name of 'resolution', so in 2015 I plan:
- to save
- to go to Berlin for the first time ever
- to devote more careful time and attention to projects that I think about constantly and execute never
- to learn and grow and have a fucking fun time and, as always, say yes as often as possible.
Here's a couple of photos of my favourite things or events this year:
Here's to another beautiful year.
You're strong and clever and kind, you can do anything you set your mind to.
C'mon 2015, lets slay.