The New Year

Happy New Year’s Eve everybody! I think that my New Year’s resolution is to start posting my blog posts more frequently, as I had initially intended to. This year has definitely tested my patience when it comes to time management, but as always, I will try my absolute best. Whenever this time of year comes up, everyone gradually shifts their focus forward to the upcoming year, myself included. But looking back, I come to terms with the fact that there are so many moments unique to this year that I will severely miss. I used to think that only sad moments were supposed to hurt, but I realize that the good ones can too just in a very different way. In numerous instances throughout the last couple of months, I found myself knowing I was going to miss a memory before it was even over. Sometimes, I’d look at the people I was with or the place I was standing while thinking “God I’m actually going to miss this so much.” And, you know what? I certainly do. No matter how hard I tried to ingrain the picture into my (horrible) photographic memory, it was never the same. Knowing you’ll miss something while living it is such a bittersweet feeling, one I am glad to have experienced. Despite those positive fleeting moments, there were, of course, those unfortunate times as well. I think both the good and the bad will be present in any year, regardless of how many times we change the number. It just becomes a matter of what they are and how they are different from anything we have seen before. I guess not knowing is the most exciting part about it! Each year, we set expectations on what should happen, and although they rarely end up true they give us something to look forward to. At the very least, it reminds us about the number of things we still want to see and do! I encourage you to act upon them before next new year’s eve because this time is also an unfortunate reminder of how fast time goes by.

I hope that you all have a great evening - one that sets the tone for this upcoming year.

Anyways, see you soon :)

- With Good Wishes, Fiza Usman

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