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New Year’s Eve, 2023
My first sober NYE. Half a glass of mom’s homemade red surely doesn’t count. Welcomed 2024 in Belgaum, surrounded by far flung relatives and bouts of karaoke. Could be worse. Ive never been a fan of “nightlife” tbh, so this suited me to a T.
All the promises for Jan finally come home to roost today. Let’s see. Nothing too crazy planned resolution-wise, but I do want to get more disciplined. It’s the ultimate form of self-love, I reckon. And I definitely need some of that if I want to hit my targets for this year – bigger job, own house, father a child, get ripped.
And it all starts from the morning. Oh god, gimme the strength to do everyday what I’ve committed to doing. That’s all I ask for.
Have a helluva 2024, readers. You’ll be hearing a lot more from me this year.
