The tail end of 2018 was, in a word, disappointing. If I were to compare it to anything, I’d have to say it was like Rafael Nadal’s tennis career in 2018: it started off with one hell of a bang and ended in physical, mental, and familial pain. However, I’m going to attempt to walk the same line as my favourite tennis star and end last year with a positive glance towards this year’s future.
Thank You For All The Work And Trust On Us, We Are Looking Forward A New Year Filled With More Work And Opportunities From You. Happy New Year.
If I Could Reach Up And Hold A Star For Every Time You’Ve Made Me Smile, The Entire Evening Sky Would Be In The Palm Of My Hand. Happy New Year.
This Year Would Not Have Been Very Easy Without You Around. Thank You For Always Being There My Love.
Dear New Year, Please Let Me, My Family, My Colleague, My Clients & My Friends Br Just Happy This Time.
As with Rafa, the biggest disappointment was always my performance and my lack of confidence going into everything I did –something that’s just not keeping in line with my motto to always go for it with everything, no matter the inevitable outcome or the way certain situations seem to be sucking the life force out of you. As I am writer and not an athlete, I didn’t have the added pressures of expectation from a world-wide multitude to appease; however, no one is ever without her exterior forces pressing relentlessly on her psyche. As that minute –yet staggeringly incorrigible– pressure built up in my life, I began to crumble mentally and emotionally, leaving my creativity halted and my goals for literary domination on the back burner until I could get myself together. And thusly we come to the first of my resolutions: damn the rabble! I’ve worked too hard for far too long to break myself from the vice grip of expectation to regress to the high school mentality that I must please everyone around me. My focus should always be what is best for me, and me alone.
Vanish Everything That’S Bad, Welcome Everything That’S Good. Wish You A Very Happy New Year 2020.
May Your New Year Dawn Be….Peaceful And Bright. Full Of Hopes And Possibility !
Emotionally, I was in a place that no one should ever be. No matter you experience with depression –personal or vicarious– it’s not a good look. Quite frankly, there were moments when getting out of bed was an impossibility. There were a number of reasons why interaction with the outside world was just not an option, none more potent than the ever imposing figure of filial piety. My family and I are close –perhaps a little more than necessary. As such, the amount of strain that pulls on one’s personal life is augmented with the presence of an all encompassing family dynamic. And this brings me to my next resolution: get out of the house. That either seems incredibly insensitive or a resounding “duh” moment. Getting one’s self out of the clutches of her family isn’t as simple as it seems. If you’re incapable of holding dominion over your own finances, things are constantly floating among the clouds. But this year, despite having limited fiscal provisions, I shall be released from the bedsheets and walk amongst the living…away from my family.
Let The Coming Year To Be Glorious One That Rewards All Your Future Endeavors With Success.
Here Wishing You A Happy Prosperous Fun Filled Joyful And Fortunate New Year Ahead.
Rafa stated that his batteries needed recharging, that his ran out towards the end of the year –which is more than understandable considering the top four tennis players all seemed to have lost a little steam in lieu of the relentless charge of some unexpected competition from the latter half of the top eight. In that regard, there’s nothing could be truer. My batteries were not only spent, I kept throwing them in the fridge until I drained the very last inch of life stitched within the alkaline. I was mentally, physically, and emotional destroyed towards the tail end of 2018, yet found myself always competing for something –money, notoriety, even creative integrity. My final resolution: take a break every now and again. This may actually be the hardest one to keep, but I’m going to try my damndest. I’m only happy when I’m constantly working and writing; however, after nearly 52 weeks of non-stop travelling, working, and bidding for projects my energy was non existent.
If You Asked Me For My New Year Resolution, It Would Be To Find Out Who I Am.
Learn From Yesterday, Live For Today, Hope For Tomorrow.
Basically, I took a long and hard look at the mistakes I’d made last year and realised it was all based on my inability to look out for myself. This year will be different. It must be different for the sake of my health and for the sake of ending this year at the top of my game, no matter what the outcome. I wish you all the best of luck for the New Year –you as well, Rafa. Give ’em hell!
This Is A New Year, A New Beginning And Things Will Change.
Everyday Is A New Opportunity To Have A Fresh Start. Happy New Year 2019.