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Looking back at 2018

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So yeah, it's that time of the year when your mind keeps racking for new resolutions to come up with and the hardest part, to keep up the promises.


Let's look at this year's review - 



Good things that happened this year - 



  • I got invested as the Head girl (yeah!)
  • I started my IIT coaching and progress has been great since then
  • I worked on my fitness regime and stuck to it and eventually got fitter
  • I got to meet my favorite RJ at an event and click a selfie with him
  • I tried out things I'd never done earlier and stepped out of my comfort zone
  • I've learnt to regulate my anger and irritability
  • Home sweet home, at last!


I think 2018 has been the year during which I learnt the most - academically as well as emotionally. I met new people, started my most successful endeavor - my dear Fledgling, developed my literary and culinary skills and most importantly, learnt how to handle the different characters I've met and accept their differences the way they are.



Overall, I've become a better person who listens, socializes, develops constantly and analyses situations from both sides. I've learnt to -
  • to motivate myself and others around me and to stand up for myself. 
  • to never degrade anyone and to never tolerate anyone who degrades me. 
  • to lend my words only to those who are worthy. 
  • to take charge of my emotions and look at things with progressive maturity.
  • to always focus on the bright side (I got to witness a daybreak which thousands around the world didn't, so I was definitely meant to live! I'm still alive!) 

In short, my EQ level has grown like never before.



This was also the year during which I experienced the most number of breakdowns (an emotional rollercoaster). I felt frustrated and stressed out in the first two months earlier this year, as I took more time than usual to adapt to my new surroundings and school curriculum. 



I would also like to thank my friends and family who stayed on my side and for being a pillar of support for without them, I wouldn't have had such a great year. 2018 has thrown at me a lot more than what I had planned for. 

So this is for everyone - take a moment to give back warm hugs to those who love you and give them a thank you for those who've been with you throughout and will be with you throughout 2019 too.



Coming back to the nitty-gritty, here are my resolutions for this year -
  • I will start eating and training more
  • I will learn the basic conversational skills of a new language
  • I will build my confidence and ask for what I want without embarrassment
  • I will train myself to be bold and fearless



So all of what you were reading seconds ago was a reflection of my own experience of 2018 to be put away down the basement (except the lessons), for the new year 2019 awaits!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019! ðŸŽ‰

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