At the end of 2017 I said to myself, you’re already making the moves Fayola, you know what your goals are, it doesn’t matter when you start them or when you achieve them as long as you’re striving towards them.
Last year my most important goal was to get a job in publishing. It was one of the few I ended up achieving. (unpacking from undergrad after…. 3 years… was also one of these things).
I set myself this challenge in January… it didn’t happen for the longest time. It wasn’t until the summer that I was actually going to interviews on the regular and actually landed an internship which eventually led to me looking experienced and comfortable enough to get hired full time at my job (which I started at the end of October).
I know what sort of things I’ll be trying to make progress on this year.
I want to complete the renovation of my room aka reclaiming my space at home, knowing that I’ll be living at home for a long while still.
I want to learn how to drive, I still can’t drive. On this year where I’ll be living for a whole quarter century, I think it’s time I actually step up, plan it and follow through.
I want to be healthier to myself. Get a better relationship with food and exercise. To be healthier with the boundaries I set and enforce with my loved ones. To be able to say “no” with my chest and not feel bad about being pliable, unavailable or too broke for something else.
I want to take time to enjoy myself, attend more events, travel more, try new hobbies until I find something that I don’t want to stop.
I want to be the best version of myself possible, but of course I want that every year.
I want to replenish my savings account, which has suffered over the few years of my unemployment.
I want to continue using the bullet journal method- because in the month that I haven’t been… my life has been a small, small mess.
I’m also going to take the time to acknowledge that even though I only achieved a few things, they were good things. And honestly, that was an achievement in and of itself.