Yesterday I happily jotted down “1 Jan ’16” in my notebook before realising, heyyyy, this doesn’t seem right! A few seconds and some hasty pen scratches later, it read: 1 Jan ’17.
2017. Whew. I read somewhere that time appears to pass relatively faster as you grow older. This is because each year, when expressed as a fraction of your age, becomes smaller as the years pass. For instance, this fraction would be 1/21 in 2015, when I was 21; 1/22 in 2016, when I turned 22; and now, 1/23, the year I would turn 23.
Geddit geddit? I don’t even know if I’m explaining this correctly LOL.
Anyway, according to that logic, that would mean 2016 whizzed past in comparison to the previous years.
(Boy did it whiz past me.)
And I wish it could have lasted longer. It was an amazing year. Sure, there were some dull moments but I really couldn’t have asked for better 🙂
I can recall with lucidity the many events that occurred during the year, some of which I have publicly written about, but most of which I prefer to keep private/share amongst trusted friends.
Save for the compulsory items to tick off my to-do list this year, I haven’t come up with any new year resolutions because I know I will not have the finesse to follow through anything substantial. Call me lazy or distracted, but I believe it’s more important to be spontaneous and adaptable to your surroundings rather than to obsess over unrealistic goals and then beating yourself up for not attaining them. It helps to have clear, long-term goals, of course (everyone should have some), but don’t sweat the small stuff 🙂
I haven’t written properly in a long time and I feel my thoughts (and hence my writing) are somewhat convoluted…
Happy 2017, everyone 🙂
Pickledpumpkins 