I’m not a fan of year-in-reviews. I’ve only done one in my entire life. I don’t think it was a good one, but c’est la vie. This is less of a year-in-review and more of what I'm looking forward to.

Before I get into what I want from - No, what I need from 2025, I want to write a bit about what I got from 2024. Maybe this is the year-in-review part. 

2024 felt like a long scream, or a series of long screams, with deep breaths in between. I had goals, did some, did not do some, and fell woefully short of most. I began the year hungry, with my friend K, watching Julie and the Phantoms and cursing out Chowdeck. I ended the year hanging with my friend K, watching The Legend of Vox Machina, and crying over my job. 

In between, I gained weight, lost weight, had a series of hospital visits, spent the night in a hospital, and cried twice at the airport because my friends were leaving me. I have highlights, that’s for sure, one in particular whom I hope stays my highlight for years to come. 

At the beginning of 2024, my biggest goal was financial, and that’s the goal I failed at. One of the reasons was the inflation, another, was my fragile mental health, but the biggest one was my unwillingness, my fear, and my inability to take risks and put myself out there. 

It wasn’t to say that the year was all bad - just mostly. I was a better friend, I became fitter (I gave up on the gym after January, but I did do pilates, and my muscles are more defined), I learned how to write more paragraphs to express my feelings, and I grew like half an inch, tiny but we’ll take it. 

In 2025, I want to leave impostor syndrome behind. In 2025, I want to just do things - good things, bad things, cool things, shitty things, silly things, pretty things and the ugliest things. Most of them will be risks, risks I will try not to run away from. 

In all of this, I’m aware that I am one of the lucky ones, who have people who will support me if I decide I want to be a circus clown this year. I also chose those people by hand, and we have been through circuses and dumpster fires and come out burnt and even funnier than before. 

As I end this, I’m writing a reminder to myself and to you, if it applies, 

“You are not a tree. You can move.” 

If one thing doesn’t work, you can do another thing, and another thing, until you find the one that does. 

Here’s to 2025, and doing things.