On New Year’s Eve, I browsed all over the social network reading my friends’ New Year’s Resolution. I love to read everyone’s accomplishments, their good and bad memories and their new determination; mostly because I love seeing how people perceive to commit to a change or planning to improve their lives for better. It’s also true that you can do that at anytime of your lives without waiting for new year, but the actual transition is what makes it worth to see.
This year, I skipped making any new resolutions. I made a long list of that almost every year – sometimes I took it way too much, or stretched them into so much detail that eventually it left me with nothing but off-track, lost of energy and the vibe of motivation to proceed. By mid year, I felt overwhelmed and blamed myself for not having to achieve anything. In 2015, my only hope was to focus on Books and Writing, and the rest just happened whenever I had the urge to pursue anything. I felt better, simpler and actually appreciate myself even more. I didn’t have any specific milestones or targets, but I do know what I wanted to do throughout the year and all I did was just enjoying the journey and process in between without worrying too much about the end result.