
Turns out I did actually leave the house this year, so let's do what I do best (making lists) and have a reluctant retrospective of the year.
2024 was a year of goal achieving, it was effortless, one of those years where life happened to me (moving, getting my driver's license) and it fed my sense of accomplishment. In contrast, 2025 felt like a year of maintenance, career lull and looking for work has a way of flattening time. Here is me, trying this new thing (writing) and I find the best worst idea to talk about, a year retrospective. A boring year retrospective!
Inevitably it becomes even more important to partake in this exercise of self-reflection, to notice the small. To sit and remininsce about time, helped by journals and photo albums.
Small achievements, quiet wins. This year was soft, all things considered. I'm reminded that maintenance is still movement, simply leaving the house is movement. I waited impatiently for 2025 to end but I feel comforted to look back at it fondly, ready to let it go (I prefer even numbered years anyway).