Previous years: 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016, 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, forgotten year in 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, a forgotten year of 2007, 2006, 2005, 2004, 2003, 2002
What does it mean that I only update my blog for these annual rituals? But I suppose that I can’t help it. I really can’t move away from the things that I set for myself.
I also come to an age where I wonder if it’s okay to celebrate? But why not? Nobody says that I can’t. It’s my day and sometimes it seems like it matters more when we’re younger. But when we’re older, the many times we have done our birthdays, it becomes a blur. But I believe that it’s best to wish and hope.
- That Chris finds his way out of the messiness
- Fruit salad everyday!
- Security and comfort in friendships
- Finding ways to sleep well in uncomfortable environments (aka too warm or too noisy)
- That I find someone in the industry to believe in my novel aka an agent or editor
- Publish a short story or essay (though tbh I haven’t submitted any!
- Clothes that make me younger—though irritated that IG has made me feel like I am dressing old
- A poem that I can actually submit!