26 was inevitably a lost year. I went nowhere (well, Austin and Houston--as said by someone else on Twitter, I'm in Texas where we take vacations in other parts of Texas), made no progress in any area of my life... except that I became accustomed to loss and developed some sense of personal contentment. I read a lot--mostly Chekhov and Rilke, over and over, and discovered some new hobbies (ceramics)... as well as stronger friendships. More than anything, I think the most valuable learning/development was to be OK by myself (or by myself, with a cat). I think... we'll see how long it takes for this facade to crumble.
I turn 27 soon. I feel like 27 is the turning point of young adulthood--I can't claim to have the folly of my early 20s any more, and neither am I exactly the mature person I would expect a 30 year old to be. Anyway, we'll see what it'll be like, should I be granted another year (and few days of life).
Anyway, here's what I want to achieve within the next year:
- grad school, new job, new city
- to finally read more of Borges
- to converse with my mom only in Urdu
- to visit five new countries (gotta make up for 2020-1)
- to become conversationally fluent in French
- to re-memorize surah kahf
- dine out by myself
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