2021 is here, bitches. I am thankful for seeing another year. There must be a reason I’m still alive, so I’ll make the most of this new year of life the best way I can. No, I don’t have any New Year’s Resolutions; I think they’re crap. Mainly because I never stick to them. My priorities tend to change as the seconds tick away, so … I don’t make any resolutions anymore. What I do have are certain life goals I set for myself each year. For the past three years, I’ve been very successful at realizing them. Not all, but all in due time. I trust in the universe and my life’s timing. That’s one of the best things I’ve acquired (well, more like built up) over time: patience.
It’s the third day of 2021 and I have to say I’m quite relaxed and looking forward to this year and all that I will accomplish.
I can’t emphasize how much I’ve changed during these past years and I love this version of myself. It was always in there, but it was very fucking dormant because of certain personal shit I had to deal with. Glad that’s over with, because boy! That was a lot of crap! I fucking deserve a medal.
Why was I absent for the last eight weeks of 2021? Well! A lot changed during that time. So many positive changes that I wasn’t expecting. One of those changes is that I found a job that I love! Yes, I know I said that I don’t want to work and just write, I know what I said. But, I also said I would work if I found a job I genuinely like. And I love my job, I do. The pay sucks ass, but hey. That’s the way some things in life go: You get what you want but it’s probably not as awesome as you thought it would be before you actually had it.
This job is great, I can’t emphasize it enough. But the Suriname we’re living in is more like a mini Boutazuela, so… yeah… the economy sucks balls and ass. If I have to work somewhere I need to get paid a lot. Which isn’t the case now.
I’m not complaining, there are many jobless in the world. Especially now with that fucking virus terrorizing the world. No complaints here, but I do know what I’m worth. I love it enough to stick around. My schedule is still pretty flexible, so I have enough time to work on my pet projects. It’s not all bad. But I’m curious and willing to find out what else 2021 brings my way.
2020 was a great year for me, I’m not going to lie. I accomplished many of my personal goals. One of them was writing two books. Yes! I did it! I entered one of the books into a local writing competition, but I didn’t win. That’s a blog for another time because I have to air some grievances about this fucking competition.
I’ve ranted enough for today. Happy 2021 and may this year be a great year for you all!