Several jingles and countless turkeys later, the joyful time of the year, once again, has come to an end.
An end that always hails new beginnings. A new year, a new decade, a new set of decisions and resolutions, some new friends made over the oh-so-many holiday drunken daze evenings, and of course- the happily hidden new (unwanted) pounds.
What am I going to do this year? I honestly have no idea. I would love to promise, and like to plan, but I have learnt in my -ahem- mere 20 years (because that is my age of course) that plans fail, and ships sail, and seasons come, and spontaneous is fun. In other words, I am chicken and I rather not take vows that I have no conviction of keeping. What is all the hype about it anyway.
So this year shall be dedicated to impulse. A year of unrehearsed, spur-of-the moment and extempore activities. Well....after I have made sure they go as planned, are agreeable to my liking, promise to be fun, follow a method, are documented on paper and are risk-free. Let's not get beyond ourselves - this would be my first year of being impulsive after all, and we don't want any accidents!
Alright-so I don't want to measure my year, and I am absolutely hopeless at being spontaneous! I reckon I will let Time take the reins and guide me through. It may turn out to be just another one - with hearts in chains, and unfinished games, or discoveries great, and circling new calendar dates. Or it may be remarkable...
Who knows? I try not to predict, but I very much welcome the new string of surprises.
An end that always hails new beginnings. A new year, a new decade, a new set of decisions and resolutions, some new friends made over the oh-so-many holiday drunken daze evenings, and of course- the happily hidden new (unwanted) pounds.
What am I going to do this year? I honestly have no idea. I would love to promise, and like to plan, but I have learnt in my -ahem- mere 20 years (because that is my age of course) that plans fail, and ships sail, and seasons come, and spontaneous is fun. In other words, I am chicken and I rather not take vows that I have no conviction of keeping. What is all the hype about it anyway.
So this year shall be dedicated to impulse. A year of unrehearsed, spur-of-the moment and extempore activities. Well....after I have made sure they go as planned, are agreeable to my liking, promise to be fun, follow a method, are documented on paper and are risk-free. Let's not get beyond ourselves - this would be my first year of being impulsive after all, and we don't want any accidents!
Alright-so I don't want to measure my year, and I am absolutely hopeless at being spontaneous! I reckon I will let Time take the reins and guide me through. It may turn out to be just another one - with hearts in chains, and unfinished games, or discoveries great, and circling new calendar dates. Or it may be remarkable...
Who knows? I try not to predict, but I very much welcome the new string of surprises.
3 comments:
interesting.. I am trying to be less impulsive this year and tell myself 'All Izz Well' more often
Wow! Hello stranger. thanks for stopping by the blog!
All the best with the impulsive year ;)
Good to see u havent stopped blogging.
All izz well?
Im working now in bangkok.
Do drop by here also :)
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