This Year, Me!

 Another year has slipped by, and life unexpectedly has grown more complex.

I find myself at a strange threshold: a place where I no longer know who I am, or who I’m becoming. Old aspirations have softened; some have faded entirely. And yet, there’s a deep ache that tightens around the heart a quiet reckoning with past choices, missed turns, and unspoken regrets.

Some days, I feel I’ve grown.
Other days, the loneliness is loud.

Perhaps this is not confusion, but transition.

So, this year, instead of resolutions, I want to leave myself a wish list not for the professional version of me, not for achievements or optics but for the real me. The one who feels, doubts, dreams, and hopes quietly.

This is what I wish for:

1. Heal
I have spent years pouring time, energy, and emotion into people. Somewhere along the way, I forgot myself. This year, I want to feel whole again to feel alive. To dance to music as if no one is watching. To let my imagination wander freely. To return to myself without guilt.

2. Rediscover a hobby
There was a time I was good at many things. Over time, judgment real and imagined taught me to shrink. Experiences taught me that showing your true self can make you vulnerable to misuse. Still, I don’t want fear to win. I want to choose one thing, learn it slowly, and do it purely for joy.

3. Capture moments
Time is fleeting, and memory is fragile. I want to take photographs not for perfection, but for presence. To hold onto moments, I can revisit when life feels heavy, and to leave behind fragments of life that once felt full.

4. Experience life deeply
Not cautiously. Not later. But now.
I want to live in ways that feel expansive, surprising, and honest. To experience life as if it matters because it does.

Maybe this year won’t give me all the answers.
But if it brings me closer to myself, that will be enough.