January the 1st

The beginning…

Sitting at the front of the new house with the smell of fresh paint lingering in the air, I feel stuck. I don’t know what to write, and to make things worse, I feel nauseous. I also haven’t even slept thanks to the crossover program the church across the street was having.

Speaking of crossover programs, I just remembered one my mum dragged my siblings and i to years ago. We weren’t allowed to sleep the entire night because, apparently, we had to “kabash the devil.” It was brutal. Every time I dozed off, I got beaten awake, and that usher standing near us? I hated her with a passion. That night marked the beginning of my lifelong hate for crossover services, and since then, I’ve never attended another one.

As strange as it may sound, January 1 feels like any other day to me. I woke up, ate, scrolled through Substack, rinse, and repeat. It doesn’t feel like a fresh start or a new beginning, just the next day in a long series of days. And frankly, I’m not bothered.

Like everyone else, I’ve already made my plans for 2025. I wrote them in my notes, and I genuinely hope I can get everything done.

I want to be the best version of myself, a version with a refined mindset and perspective, open to all the things life has to offer. Honestly, I’m a big-time bed rotter, and I know that has to change in 2025. I also want to learn how to monetize my brain. I have so much knowledge I’d love to share, but…how?

I want to be more optimistic. I want to challenge myself. I want to excel in every area of my life, and I want everyone around me to excel too. I want to be known for amazing things. I want my NGO to grow, to be heard, and to touch countless lives. I want to diversify my thinking, love deeply, and be loved like never before.

At the end of the year, I want to look back and smile to myself, proud of what I’ve achieved. I want my parents and siblings to be so happy and proud of me, to boast about me. I want so much for this new year, but I also know life doesn’t always work that way.

Not to be a pessimist, but let’s be real 😂, if only life were that easy.

Still, I think the goal should be this: to keep moving forward no matter what. Even if things fail, I need to be ready to pick myself up, dust myself off, and keep going.

So, here’s to 2025: a year of growth, resilience, and hope.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! (Say it back!)