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The coming of 2010

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
T.S. Eliot


The worst of times.

2009 was my year of despair. It had me lower than I have ever been before. 2009 truly gave me the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.

It helped me rediscover friendships I thought were a thing of the past.

It made me realise how you might think you know someone, only to find out that you don't know them at all.

It made me realise what people mean when they say they hate their jobs. Doing something you can't stand, for someone you detest, for very little money is absolutely character building. Believe me. Seriously however, I never realised I had the fortitude and the strength within me to stick to something when the easier option would be to just walk away.

A major part of the year saw me more depressed than I have ever been before. Nothing interested me. Nothing excited me. I was blah, in the truest sense of the term. But warmth and love pulled me through.

As far as 2010 goes, I'm confused. There are certain things I want more desperately than ever and I still don't know if they'll happen this year. I want to travel this year. I want the freedom to explore my options and find something to do that I really really love, with passion and devotion. Something that I could devote the rest of my life to and that gives me pots of money of course.

I want this to be my year. More good than bad. Where I do everything that comes my way. Where I can grab any opportunity that comes knocking at my door.

I'm going to MAKE it happen.

Happy New Year, all my very lovely readers. It's you who make me come back here all the time.

I realise this post is about eight days too late, but my habits of procrastination are something I've promised myself I will work on this year.


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