2025 is my year
allow me to join the flood of new year substack posts.
“2024 is my year”
That’s what was said last year. Was it yours as well?
Did you take the year gently by the hand and walk alongside it, or did you grab the year by its throat and drag it behind you?
For me, it was a slow walk. 2024 and I did not hold hands, but we were at least on speaking terms.
I’ll try to mark the significant (or not so) happenings of each month of last year.
In January, I celebrated my two-year anniversary with my partner.
In February, I worked.
In March, I worked.
In April, I went on my first big-girl vacation. No parents. We went to Key West for an entire week, which was lovely. I only got a little bit of a tan. It rained a bit.
Also in April, my 17-year-old cat was put down. It sounds ridiculous, but it was honestly incredibly difficult for me.
In May, I celebrated my birthday.
In June, I worked, and reflected on it being a year since my trip to France.
In July, I got engaged.
In August, I paused my corporate girl job and returned to my alma mater to teach French and English to tenth grade kids. My former French teacher, whose first year teaching was my last year of high school, reached out to me because she was going on maternity leave and didn’t know anyone else in the area who spoke French well enough, let alone spoke French at all. My degree has come in handy at long last!
In September, I continued teaching.
Also in September, my beloved hamster, Bug, passed away after two years of life. It was just time.
In October, I finished teaching and returned to my regular corporate job.
Also in October, my partner and I got our first dog. His name is Howie and he is a “mini” dachshund.
In November, I worked.
In December, I became an aunt.
That was 2024. Now, we are on to 2025.
2025 is going to most likely be the most important year of my life. I’m going to get married and buy a house this year.
2024 was a slow walk. 2025 will be a sprint, tied together at the waist, running straight towards the finish line.