It seems to be a prevalent and somewhat self-indulgent practice amongst bloggers to reflect on the passing year. It’s also a candid way of admitting one’s failures and victories without dragging in personal criticism which usually is the cause of all our emotional breakdowns, or simply put, making a mountain out of a molehill over trivial circumstances.
It’s not an easy task to wrap 365 days into a 500-word blog post without running the risk of sounding vague or mainstream, but I can’t think of a better way to cement 2017 in my memory. Human memory is so feeble, no wonder time flies, some memories just get lost in the sea of information.
I’m still single and haven’t seen about 80% of shows on Netflix.
I didn’t waste time planning my NYE party this year either. Somehow the idea of spending a night watching my favorite childhood musical shows on youtube, munching on caviar and sipping bubbly while toasting to each timezone hitting 2018, and going to bed just after 12, realizing that I’ve just aged one more year, is precisely what I need after a long year.
I don’t know about you, but 2017 was a contrasting year. Drawing from my resolution making experience over the past five years, I remained exactly where I have been. I haven’t lost weight, moved to Paris, or become a published author. I’m still single and haven’t seen about 80% of shows on Netflix. Yet I turned 30, got promoted, got a new citizenship, learned to ski, made some money from writing, fell in love (then got dumped) and acquired some priceless life experience, which can only be done when things aren’t going your way. None of these were in my plans, but neither was the passing of my beloved grandmother, which was the low point of 2017.
Over this year I’ve documented events which were somehow more significant than others, however, I left out the most critical moments, despite being rather vocal about my private life before. I’ve never written about how I spent an entire summer depressed over a guy I was madly in love for a month, about an affair I had with a married man, or how I got so desperate, I turned to Bubmbe where I discovered British men don’t like eastern-European women that much. No. Against the popular belief, I’m not getting any action in 2017.
Despite the pitfalls, there were many positive moments and encounters in 2017. Some of them I’ve written about, others are yet to be immortalized in the cyber pages or WordPress. As for my readers, I would like to wish you optimism and patience because good things happen all the time, we just need to sit tight until they happen to us. Tonight, as the Big Ben hits midnight, I will raise a glass of bubbles to a happier year. Lots of love! Happy New Year!