I spent a lot of time stopping myself from prowling the Internet. I created a mental blockage for any thoughts and plans for 2017. I even wondered why the first day of 2017 really mattered when waking up to a new morning is precious enough. In a nutshell, I once more, curled into a creative cocoon. I had swallowed more than I could digest.
So here I am on a windy summer’s night unblocking the currents of my creative self. Not to start a brand New Year, of which often leads to the monotonous saying, “new year, new me”; instead here’s to a year of an evolved me.
2016 has been a year of understanding what it means to psych myself out and spill over with Kanye-like outbursts. 2016 has boasted a hell lot of crazy, stupid and dumb decisions. But with dumb decisions and a will to succeed, an evolved self results.
Whether you have your new years resolutions sprawled on a length page, or mentally rehearsed every morning that you wake, be sure to reflect every now and then as you never know what new and exciting opportunities arise when your plans are “too” set.
To those lovely readers of my blog and those, like my sister who find my passages slightly dark, I wish you a prosperous 2017 ahead!