I marked 2017 as the ‘year of me’ – whatever that entailed. Namely, that it was the year of freedom, personal and professional development, growth and experience. Yet, while I embraced every opportunity that came my way, (forgive the pessimism), but I found the year somewhat lacking in growth, experience and opportunity.
‘Tis true: London’s an impenetrable city, seemingly impossible to crack, let alone be a success in. I am grateful for the opportunities it has given me, but I still find myself feeling downtrodden, exasperated and frankly bored at the mundanity of the life I find myself still inhabiting.
But, 2017 has simultaneously given me so much. A chance to go home after two long and difficult years, trips back to Italy, a chance to be published in prestigious publications and more recently, the stamina to start this blog.
I think new year resolutions can be dangerous and disappointing affairs. The ‘Year of Me’ was ambiguous, self-indulgent and decadent – of course it was bound to fail. Ergo, 2018 is the ‘Year of Creativity’. I’ve found my creative streak has been pared back and discounted in 2017 – something which has greatly upset me – and henceforth, I want to bring this back in 2018.
Similarly, I want to find the motivation to continue ‘pitching’. As a budding and young journalist, I never fail to swoon at seeing my name in the byline. I want more of this feeling of utter jubilation and euphoria when witnessing my work in digital or print – and the need for continuous pitching is evident.
I want to grow my online portfolio and digital footprint. I want more people to read this blog and find my prose worthy of analysis – whether good or bad, I always find it interesting to read how people respond to my work.
This may be hedonistic, but then again new year resolutions should be in part.
Enjoy the new year, the start of a clean slate and blank page. There’s always something really exciting about starting anew and fresh; it’s a time awash with endless possibilities – make the most of it.
For some, it’s a dry January, while others continue the jubilant hangover of the festive period. I fall with the latter – my birthday beckons tomorrow, no less, followed by the Italian’s (my boyfriend, for those unaware) 30th and our anniversary – all within the confines of a 31-day period.
It’s an expensive albeit exciting month – and I hope the same can transfer to you.
Reflect on 2017, but don’t wallow in it. It’s over, finite, done and completed. Let’s start 2018 afresh – may it be filled with boundless happy and wonderful memories.
Watch this space to read how mine pan’s out.