After a year of hell, I decided to makeover 2021 into my personal slice of heaven.
After a turbulent year spent inside, I realized our vices and our means of personal development mean nothing when they are all material and tangible things. Days before the New Year I realized a "New Year, new me" approach wasn't going to cut it this year. It wouldn't bandage the wounds 2020 brought us all, and it certainly wouldn't mask the inevitable realization that being inside and forced to slow down revealed sides of us we didn't know that need healing. So I decided maybe New Years resolution's and the glamour of a whole new year was just smoke and mirrors. A New Year always means, a clean slate, new memories, new levels, a new day...but in between the lines we all have this false ideology of a New Year meaning we wake up and the struggles we face are over. We are now new people with new habits and we'll never be so low again.
