2020 was not an easy year. I entered it with expectations, ideas of what I wanted to achieve and an overall sense that my life plan was more or less laid out.
I thought I would be leaving 2020 with a house, and a fiancé.
That didn’t happen.
Instead 2020 ended with my life in free-fall; for the first time in 5 years, I had no idea of what the future held, and quite frankly, that terrified me (still does, even more so due to the age of 30 looming in the near future ). And then there was also Covid-19.
But at the same time, 2020 wasn’t the worst year. It was definitely the most challenging, but it was also the year I reconnected with friends, travelled, re-discovered myself and had “me” time. The year I discovered what was important, and learnt to slow down and appreciate the small things.
As 2021 begins, I am still anxious about what the future holds, but I’m also hopeful.
I have plans to enrol in a language course, potentially look for a new job, relocate to another city, volunteer again, meet new friends, date.
Happy new year.
Please be better than the last.