A Toast To The New Year.

  

Khajiar, India, 2016.

  2016 has officially come to an end as of day before yesterday, and we are presented with that time of the year, when we often find ourselves reflecting upon the previous year's joys, grievances and hilarious misdemeanours. This past year has, for me, been a beautiful rollercoaster of ups and downs. 
  Alterations have been a big part of this past year, as they rightly should be. There were a few things I had jotted down in my journal in the beginning of 2016, things I had often neglected in 2015. The gist of my list was me trying to be a better person for my loved ones and to undertake more things that I love and make me happy.
  Sounds easy. Right?
  One might be surprised - something as mundane as this should be an innate part of all our routines and lives, we often need a kick in the ass, as a reminder to actively work towards our own happiness. 
2016 often served as a teacher and, sometimes, as a shrink.
  To say I figured out what I wanted this year would be a lie. So, let me put it this way, I finally did something with my passions. I realised they are priorities in my life; they should not come second to anything or anyone.
  What do I want to do in the coming year? I want to continue what I started in 2016; I want a greater chunk of that goodness and passion in my life, surrounded by the warmth of the people I love.