Happy New Year, Y'all

 The 2025 season has come to an end, finally, cause you know I never fucked up myself like that, ever before. "Peak Unemployment is what I'm facing right", I don't want to renew my Anghami subscription so I won't feel like I'm wasting money. C'mon, one thing that I don't want to be facing during the new year is "having only one source of income", that shit is bad, having zero source of income like what I'm facing right now makes me feel powerless AF, and unfortunately I'm a lady with taste, so buying shit "sometimes expensive" is part of my personality. I have money saved up, but I want "Cash Flow".

Damn, actually going through different fields in my life, from petroleum engineering and spending hours onsite to being a fuckass call center agent, and even a real estate sales agent studying health information technology, I feel like I need to add some business terms and shit into my life. Last year was all about learning life lessons, I want this year to still be all about learning, but learning academic shit. So yea we'll see how this will go. But to be honest I never been more excited to start implementing. There is a lot of shit I learned last year, promised myself that there are things that really need to change "so that I wouldn't handle a lot of unnecessary headache", making money and only looking pretty af, that's all I need right now to be honest.

و بعد كلام كتير مع منة و صفا "اه فعلا تلت تربع القرف اللي كنت فيه انا اللي جايباه لنفسي" و انا الصراحة بجد بقي مش ناقصة.

I can't help but already plan my next trip in April or May, my favorite quarter of the year, C'mon it's my birthday, it's spring, Eid El Fetr too, what else would I want?

I have a lot of plans this year, and with a lot of wasted potential from the year before, a lot of days of me just rotting in bed, I can't help but fucking break free from the misery ass shit I was facing, I'm doing great at the gym, even greater at UNI, everything is going well "الحمدلله",  I just can't help but actually try and challenge myself , I'm not trying to reach a specific number in my bank balance, I'm just trying to see what is it that I'm able to achieve, not only achieve, maintain and obtain, evolve and improve. "Enjoying" what I'm truly doing that's it. 

I'm excited, optimistic and definitely fed up from the shit I faced last year, I can't help but only strive for the things that bring me true joy, hungry for excitement and experience. Starving for success. 


Happy New Year Y'all




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