Reflections on 2017.
This time a year ago, I was a very different person. I donāt know if Iām a better now than I was? Iām certainly a lot happier than I was, despite all lifeās tribulations.
I havenāt played enough music, or spent nearly enough time with my family or friends, and I am starting to wonder if I have missed out on too many important things because of work. I cherish the time I get to spend alone, which in the last few months hasnāt been a lot. But I also fear loneliness, boredom, and not having anything to look forward to.
I discovered the power of hygge, and how I donāt have enough of it in my life. I also learned that I want to live functionally as a minimalist, which is proving to be harder than I had first imagined, there are trinkets Iām not yet willing to part with.
I dated some people who turned out to be bad choices, I wronged some people who had my best interests at heart. But I met somebody unexpectedly, who is awakening in me the desire to enjoy things I have previously shunned. I donāt want to be alone, I donāt want to be miserable, I want to be loved, I am ready to thrive.
I set out some goals for 2017, and have achieved maybe half of them. I have lost a dear friend, and that has hurt me deeply. There are a LOT of children being born to people I care about, so where there is loss, there is new life; which as I am thrust towards my late 20ā²s, I have a newfound appreciation for. Not to say that Iām broody, I still very much would rather foster/adopt than have my own children... For I fear making the mistakes myĀ āmotherā did with me. But the idea of spending time with other peopleās children [in small doses] is somewhat appealing.
I donāt consider that Iām one forĀ ānew year, new meā but I am in the market for attire that is more befitting my age and personality. Iām toying with the idea of more tattoos, I have almost turned vegan. Iām still a beardy, hipster-type weirdo, with a cornucopia of useless knowledge. So maybe Iām little more than a clichĆ© or a stereotype?
