The last week of December:
The one week when time is a construct in between major holidays, eat festive leftovers until you’re sick of them, and don’t know what day it is exactly.
The New Year always feels strange to me. I’m just in constant disbelief that the year will be over in a few days. Not to mention, what reflecting on a large chunk of time can do to your mind.
You reflect on growth in certain areas and failures in others. Joyful moments, busy weeks, and days so low you’d thought they’d never end. But then they did. And then a whole new year will start!
Ironically, last year, I unintentionally made a New Year’s resolution list, and sharing my writings was on it. A bit different than how I thought I’d share, but still very, very cool!
I’ve been journaling consistently (about twice a week) for almost two years now, and writing has always been a way to express myself. A lot of times, I struggle with vocalizing my emotions or opinions, but if I can type it, we’re in business! Food is another way I’m able to express myself, so this little blog works out pretty well. I remember starting this blog spontaneously on a Saturday morning; no pre-meditation, just pure adrenalin. The fact that I’ve been consistent with it is something to be proud of (despite this entry being a little late)! I’m notorious for starting things and then dreadingly finishing them, or not finishing at all. The last thing I want is for this platform to feel like a chore, so if some writings are sporadic in 2023, it’s because my writings are supposed to be a place of joy and release versus a task.
I’ve explored more in cuisine and culinary skills, and plan to keep expanding (and writing about it on the internet). Cooking is always therapeutic for me and much of my family, and I hope to get to share more meals with people around me that I love.
I’m looking forward to writing in the new year, amidst new seasons of life. I feel like next year is going to be big. If not, then disregard my last sentence.
Have A Happy New Year!
With love,
Cara