hello 2025...

07: ...two months later

Feb 23, 2025

is it too late for this post?

because in my defense, i scribbled it down in my journal as soon as i woke up on january first but never found the [time / motivation / desire] to type it up. mostly because i was procrastinating out of guilt that i hadn’t written anything in over a year and shame in my deteriorating writing skills.

nevertheless, here is an excerpt from that entry:

i’m trying to be optimistic because a new year equals a fresh start and an opportunity to try new things and meet new people and discover things about myself and the world that i did not know before.

but this new year in particular feels daunting and I don’t know if it’s because i’m writing this as soon as i woke up at 6:00am and i can’t think clearly or if it’s because this is my first year as an actual adult and this year means responsibility.

or maybe it’s because i’m working full time and i had work yesterday and i have work tomorrow and i only have time on the weekend, which i spend sleeping so there’s no life being lived right now and it feels bittersweet (i love the money and my job isn’t hard vs the afternoon naps i abused and the time i spent not doing anything while i was unemployed)

anywho!!

i’m still trying to be excited for this year and i have so many goals and plans and aspirations – more goals than plans at the moment.

i want to try and succeed and fail and learn and smile and cry and laugh and scream and experience the full range of my emotions and my personality and my life.

2025 goals

read at least 25 books
start crocheting again — i want to finish a granny square blanket that i started like two summers ago
travel to one new place
cook and bake more — especially baking, because i’m so devastatingly horrible at baking
go on more walks — *outside my usual walking routes
finish my screenplay
move out of georgia

i definitely have more goals, but i’m keeping the rest of those closer to my chest.

2025 ins and outs

my favorite part of this because it is the most fun part of this.

ins: taking pictures and videos of everything; reading and writing and drawing and arts and crafts and happiness; hot showers (the good place) = real cure for depression (big mental health doesn’t want you to know this); conversations with strangers; romanticizing life (for free); saying “no”; going for a walk (another cure for depression); experiences à la concerts, museums, going out, not being in my room all weekend long; the artist way (tried and failed; there are not enough hours in the week); the color blue (my newly declared favorite color in every shade); blogging; canva moodboards; finishing a journal before the end of the year; long drives; essays…

outs: being too afraid to post on instagram (even my dump); sleeping with my phone on my bed; in the same vain → bed rotting n doomscrolling; people pleasing and thinking about everyone first; celebrities (except the ones that i love lol); that damn phone (end phone addiction 2025); food delivery apps; desperately seeking external validation; overplanning and not doing; breaking promises to myself; tiktok astrologers; cyber trucks (and elon musk while we’re at it); retail therapy

unfortunately, this is very binary and there are no maybes or to considers — mostly because i can’t think of anything to go in the maybe pile but also because, there was no space in my journal when I wrote all of this.