By Fareeha Qayoom
This year has been tough for me. Personally. Professionally. Spiritually. Financially. Creatively.
my mom died.
Professionally – I work for a public university. There is a giant brick wall between the decision makers and the implementers. You need six months to move from point A to point B. Nothing gets done this way. I need to learn to de-stress and let go. It’s out of my control.
Spiritually – I think I have grown spiritually and I am a stronger and a better person.
Financially – no savings. Paid extra taxes. No hope of recouping my losses. The government is like a giant pit. You can throw good money after the bad but you don’t get any of it back.
Creatively – my creativity died this year. It might have been a combination of stressors. Suffice it to say, creativity needs room to breathe. It’s like a tender seed. It needs a conducive environment to grow. Criticism, clutter, and depression, can kill it stone dead. Mine was anything but. So I dreamed about uncluttered space, minimalist lifestyle and simplicity. Hopefully, next year I can take action instead of just dreaming…
December is the month we take stock and build on the successes and failures of the past. We also create new resolutions. Well, I don’t have any new resolutions. I have only old.