Good morning, good afternoon, good evening friends! How are you? I hope your week’s going great. I am so eager to finally get some holidays soon, you can’t imagine how much haha. 2016 is ending as well, and today’s blog post seemed kind of fitting…
Just like my twinnie Fadwa, I don’t really like making new resolutions, because I am either likely to forget them, or just fail and either way…well, it seems kind of pointless to me, but hey. How about changing traditions for a while ? Since Fadwa tagged me for this, I thought I’d give this a try…
This time next year, I want to have read as many GREAT books as I read this year.
I think this year was pretty fabulous, bookish wise. Not only I managed to read more than ever, but I discovered SO many incredible authors, books and series that I fell in love with. Never have I loved reading so much than I did this year. I just hope the amazing quest for incredible books keeps on being successful in 2017.
This time next year, I still want to feel part of the community and love what I do on here.
Despite the drama, and the shattering revelations that some people don’t feel like they belong here in the community, I’m hoping for butterflies, rainbows and pretty unicorns in the bookish community always. I feel pretty grateful for how I feel like I gained something this year, thanks to blogging. Obviously I attained a number of followers I never thought could be possible. Obviously I quite lost my mind a couple times about blogging. But NEVER have I loved something so much than blogging, and feeling part of a community. I hope this feeling will keep on growing.
This time next year, I will have FINISHED my novel.(yeah. one can hope.)
This one’s pretty hopeful and I already see myself not accomplishing that goal anytime soon, but well. I guess if I wrote this out there maybe it’ll make things happen. Just to read the whole damn thing finished, and actually making sense. Or not.
This time next year, I’ll figure out whatever it is that I really want to do (or whatever, just insert happiness somewhere in this. that’s all).
Because why DOES life has to be so complicated, and how do people just figure out things ? Or does everyone pretend they’re great and loving what they do and just pretend their way through life ? I wonder. I don’t want to feel this way, I don’t want to pretend, I want to feel happiness, purpose, belonging, home.