The first half of the year felt almost non-existent, if anything it feels like I’ve found myself coming into life during the last four months of this year. A combination of burnout, stress from new responsibilities and unknowing life pressures came to fruition. That is not to say I have forgotten certain moments that occurred during the start of the year – I allowed romance into my life that led to disappointment, allowed new friendships to come into my life and accepted with peace that it is okay to let go some of the responsibilities that you’ve held onto for a long time.

I won’t deny that this year has had its various ups and downs. What felt like a year that was filled with starts and stops also felt like a year of wandering through a blanket of haze. There would be days when I wish time would slow down for me, and there would be days where I resented the slowness of time. I watched people whom I admire opening themselves to another avenue, while I am asking myself whether I am demanding enough to meet the expectations of myself at work. The dynamic of spectating others and their growth while struggling to witness my own was distinguishable – added the internal reviews asking me whether I am getting what I want in a relatively mentally fatiqued state made me wonder if I felt satisfied from those discussions after all.