Every year I am fortunate enough to celebrate two new years; the one everyone celebrates based on the Gregorian calendar, and the other one is, of course, my birthday. The second one is much more special to me because it’s a celebration of my birth and a rededication of my commitment to be my most authentic self. This year, 19-28, was a fantastic year aside from the fact I will never acclimatise to winter for I will forever be a summer baby.
The year started in Barcelona; it was a refreshing experience seeing it for the second time around. It was still winter there was the sun shone in all its glory. I returned to the UK, and all my problems met me at the airport. That year I knew I wanted to leave my job, but I couldn’t just quit, and the job search was aimless because I didn’t know what my next step was going to be. At the moment, work was a bit bearable due to my work husband, but as he was leaving soon, the impending doom was quickly approaching. After he left, the reality of how much I disliked where I work hit me and I confessed to my manager that I wasn’t challenged.
Moving into the first quarter of the year, I was still stuck at my job, but I had a trip to Ibiza planned that made me excited. However, hearing that my dad was sick made me every concerned and taking a trip home was at the back of my mind. A week before I was supposed to go to Ibiza, I made the decision that I would go to Grenada instead. However, that didn’t happen, and I went both, and I never regretted the decision. Ibiza made me realised that I needed to reconnect with my spontaneous and adventurous side. I got to have the time of my life and met such amazing people plus I got sun which made me very happy…
Pax et Felicitatem,
Nomadic Mind Wanderer