I don't know if I'm on a hiatus or a writers' block or it's adulting that is draining me, but honestly, I could care less, because this today oh, I must write, and I must publish it (because it is one thing to write, it is another courage to publish). The year 2021 is officially coming to an end, in the next few hours we would be in 2022, welcoming the first baby of the year, praying and declaring our year blessed, and spraying colourful fireworks in the sky.
For me, I'd love to say 2021 was my year, just like 2020 was, and 2019, and 2018,17,16... you get the point, every year is my year. 2022 is my year already, Amen? Amen. Soooo, 2021, hmm, this year actually shook me, not in a negative way though. I learnt soooo much within the space of 12 months, I had sooo many self-discovery moments, I had clarity on a lot of things, I made new friends, I tried to respond better to texts (but I think that's a skill for 2022) like they say "we'll try again next year". Career-wise, I was satisfied, I know that's a very generic word, but truth be told, it encompasses the entirety of my work life, "satisfaction", maximum utility, with a drive for more.
Well, that's all for now, my writing juice is low, Merry Christmas🎄, and a Happy New Year. Stay Blessed
2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!
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