Happy New Year! It's been so long since I last graced your screens with my unparalleled wit - a whole month, to be precise. My dengue chronicle might be due for a facelift, something I'll ponder over while I nurse this sore throat. Pro tip: defrosted strawberries, yogurt, and oatmeal at 8 pm? Not my brightest moment. My inhaler also decided to retire on me in the dead of night, but fret not, I survived to tell the tale (hence, this post).
I could regale you with tales of my escapades for hours - like how I manage to find myself in the most absurd situations. But, alas, today is not the day for that. This is merely a quick update on my life and a sneak peek into what I have brewing for you this year (assuming I don't succumb to my own shenanigans).
So, I've been itching to write for weeks, but the post-dengue lethargy and the shackles of work held me captive. I won't claim to be a sparkling 100% just yet, but at least I've wrangled most of my work tasks into submission. Now, the plan! I've crafted a list of topics that will grace your screens in the first few months of the year:
1. Experimenting with Goal Planning and My Quarterly Plan: Dropping this gem in February to reignite the motivation for all you revolutionaries who threw in the towel after January. You know who you are.
2. A Revisit and Rehash of My First Dengue Adventure: Because who wouldn't want to relive the glory of a hospital stay? Spoiler: it's impacted me more than I care to admit, especially on the mental gymnastics front.
3. My First (and Last) Conundrum with an Astrologer: How did I get talked into this mystical endeavor? Your guess is as good as mine.
But wait, there's more! Beyond these riveting tales, I'm exploring my creative side. I plan to taken a deep dive into a poetry again, and I might even dabble in uncharted territories (with the lowest self-harm potential, naturally).
As a parting gift, here's a short poem I whipped up today. Until next time, keep it lively, and may your adventures be less hazardous than mine!
Whisper's of the Mind: A Poet's Dilemma
I pen stories in the corners of my mind,
They tend to escape me like the sands of time,
Resurface often – yes, they do,
Amalgamated with others old and new.
Some of them embody glory and cheer,
Few sing a ballad of heightened gloom and fear,
Most steal parts of my soul and give life to a spectrum,
Alas, I begin to put to paper one and left I am with ten to pick from.
P.S. A quick shoutout to ChatGPT for being the best (only editor) I've ever had. Always leaves me with a smile followed by a smirk and endless gratitude. Also, I think it tries to oversell me far too often.
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