2021 was a slog. Getting through my ASYE, plodding on with work, slowly getting over an intense break up, wrestling with what I want to do and who I want to be.
So much of the year was spent in lockdown, in the confines of my house. The world felt very small. I feel lucky to have still been so connected with other people, even in such a weird time. My housemates, friends I've swam with and walked with and sat with in the freezing cold. I even went on holiday with other people this year which I haven't done since a quick trip to Cornwall in my final year of my undergrad. I don't whack out the camera to take self portraits when I am surrounded by friends, so I have less photos to choose from. I have spent less time alone this year which has been a pleasant surprise.
For 2022 I am praying for some answers, maybe a clearer direction for the next step. I have a few different options but I can't seem to make the big decisions I need to.
I want less haziness, less recovery time in a ball in my bed, less anxious racing thoughts at 2am.
Clarity. Confidence. Maybe some excitement. That's what I'm manifesting.
Happy New Year all.
