More than half of January is behind us, and my New Years resolution of about four articles per month (read every Sunday) is gone with the wind. There were a dozen of brain fogs anytime I sat behind my laptop, and there were long evening nights spent crawled under the blankets reading love stories which sort of gave me a massive amount of anxiety.
A) Being unproductive irritates me
B) January is just the longest Monday ever, and everyone knows that working on Monday is just terribly upsetting and no pleasure at all.
But then I bounced back in. I made a plan. Magnificent plan. First of all, let me be a little bit ambitious when I say that by the end of the financial year 2022, I will have a four-figure number on my bank account – the current statement is somewhere slightly below zero.
During endless hours of wandering on kindle or actual real bookshop – the hidden gem of Covent Garden for all travellers, I made some travel plans which are going to happen this year, even if it means I would have to work my ass off even more than I am doing right now. Walk around Lanzarote island in March. Wild camping in Scotland in June. Wander on the Irish Atlantic coast in August. And during autumn, back to my beloved accursed mountains, Kosovo, Albania, Montenegro, who knows.
Apart from my solo travelling, I have high hope for my personal growth. Heal the trauma, let go of all idiots in the past and just move on, for Jesus Christ sake Katerina. Finish that course and sign for another one; life is too short to be an idiot. Do not just practise french kissing and learn damn French this year. Read more non-fiction; you would not be that anxious. Take off the penis poster and replace it with a world map. You do not have to get Starbucks every day, let alone three Starbucks in one day. When you are unsure if you want to get that new dress, the answer is always no.
Last pieces of advice. Don’t forget to buy a bear spray this time; torch in the mountains is a good thing, food is elementary must have for a hike. Don’t be scared. Don’t worry too much be present. And last but not least, live a little – in 60 years, you will be probably dead anyway.
