Hi, it’s been a while! Since we’re going into the new year, I’m trying to get back on it with posting regularly. And what better way to get ready for the new year than by reflecting on the last one?
It feels like years went past, instead of just twelve months. The first six months of 2019 were so drastically different from the last six that they feel like a completely different time.
I grabbed last year’s post about my 2019 resolutions and goals to see how I did. I think it went pretty well.
What did I do in 2019?
I travelled. A lot. But again, only in the first six months. I went to Iceland, where I failed to see the Northern lights, visited friends in Finland and Spain and also went to Italy, Austria and Hungary on my own.
I moved into a place of my own and have been absolutely loving it (new “living alone”-series coming in 2020!). I finished my thesis – I just have to defend it before a few teachers but then I’ll finally be officially done with school. I bought a car that is my new baby and I love taking it on trips…
I met a couple of new people that I really enjoy hanging out with and went to see some old friends that I hadn’t seen in a while. I will never be the kind of person that has a million friends and hangs out with them all the time but I definitely prioritised my friends this year, and that feels great.
I got more creative and forced myself to take more photos during my “Living as an Artist”-challenge, which I absolutely loved, and definitely want to keep up in the new year.
What did I not do in 2019?
The short answer is most of my goals. Or I achieved them in a way that was different from what I expected.
I didn’t buy my own flat, as was the original plan, but I am living on my own in a lovely cottage. Never finished (or even start) writing and editing that book. Or anything else for that matter – which I talked about in my last post.
I might have done one cultural thing per month, but haven’t paid that much attention to reaching this goal and I couldn’t tell you if I actually did it.
And I didn’t read 75 books. Instead, I read 67, which is a lot less than I usually read. But, looking at the amount of work I’ve been doing the past year, I’m completely happy with that number.
Even though I didn’t complete all of my goals, I’m still pretty happy with how this year went and everything I did. It feels strange to look back at this year and how much my life has changed. I can’t wait to see what 2020 – a whole new decade! – has in stock for me.
What was your favourite thing that happened in the past year?