2018, for me, was a year of many firsts. To be frank, I was uncharacteristically active overall — so much so that I startled myself at multiple times throughout the year with the liveliness. I possessed heaps of clarity in terms of what I was working on, both within and outside of the profession.
Sure, if I look outward, 2018 has left the world in complete disarray. There is chaos, unclarity all around. There is an inconspicuous tension building up in every part of the world. A lack of trust, faith in one another. In humanity.
2018 may very well be remembered as the year when the word “true” lost all its meaning. A fight to drum up the perception that my truth is the only truth made one insensitive of everything that was being said by anyone.
I am usually energized by arguing, by getting aggressive, by putting a name or a face to an enemy, online or otherwise. Not this year.
But then I have decided to remember 2018 for the goods it brought me personally.
I expressed. Kept churning up more longer posts and lots and lots of shorter microposts.
I captured. Snapped a significant part of my life as pictures. Posted them, shared them more.
I learnt. Understood. And got enamoured by IndieWeb.
I developed. Worked on so many new projects – many found useful even by few others.
Unlike me, I gave up a lot lesser in 2018. Almost everything I noticed above was taken to completion.
And most importantly, I lived. Quality time with people closest to me. Family reunions. Getaways. Holidays. Making new friends, in real and digital life.
Yep. I will remember 2018 as a year of being satisfied. And being alive. It is only fair to welcome 2019 with a clean, untidy slate.