Being consistent—even though there are so many stories that have been skipped, including today, I slipped four stories at once in the middle of the night, plus, one day late—writing one post per day makes me feel like, "Wow, I did a good job, I'm so proud to myself." It's okay to give a little bit of self-appreciation, right? This year has been more complicated than the previous years since I have been at home for almost a full month. Being half-unemployment and doing many work-at-home kinds of stuff, I often run out of ideas to write to. Of course, I try to, but I just can't write anything. Sometimes I feel frustrated with myself. I truly am. But in the name of commitment, and I think that writing is my private session of self-healing, I try to write whatever crosses my mind. You can see that my hand this year has a lot of randomnesses. And, yeah, I push myself to write some stories in my broken English because I know I will need this skill a lot for my next job. Hopefully, the sacred letter will arrive in my hand soon. Ha! Uhmmm, well, I hope 2021 really is my year. I want to work and pray my best, hope that many good things will come to me this year. Okay, 2021, I'm not going to have many expectations this time, but please, please, yes? @30haribercerita #30haribercerita #30hbc2130 #30hbc21halo https://www.instagram.com/p/CKtww0zJdIW/?igshid=744cgvr0q6ig