New Year, New Beginnings: A Mildly Unhinged Recap
Ah, the new year—a fresh slate, a clean canvas, or, for some of us, just another Tuesday with slightly better vibes. But hey, I’m here, you’re here, and we’re all stumbling into 2025 together, so let’s celebrate that win. Here’s a quick rundown of my chaotic, beautiful, and mildly absurd holiday season.
Family, Dogs, and Energy Vampires
Let’s start with the niece. She’s adorable, she’s demanding, and she knows how to use her cuteness to extract every ounce of energy from my soul. Doting on her was a joy, though somewhere along the way, I realised my role wasn’t just “cool uncle” but also “human jungle gym.” Combine that with family gatherings that swung between festive and “who invited that one cousin"(I am that one cousin), and you’ve got yourself a cocktail of exhaustion and fond memories.
Thankfully, my dog was my sanity check—always there with a wagging tail and the unspoken understanding that, together, we’d survive the madness.
Yet, in these moments, memories were made—memories that will warm me when the days get cooler again.
Work Laptop Drama: A Tragedy in One Act
Just when I thought the holiday chaos couldn’t escalate, my work laptop decided to stage a dramatic exit. It didn’t just stop working; it metaphorically slammed the door and yelled, “Figure it out yourself!” (To which I replied, “Same, buddy, same.”).
In its absence, I managed to focus on what truly matters: finishing up my data analyst projects. Almost there! A toast to progress, even if it’s accompanied by tech-related meltdowns.
Ink Dreams and Resolutions
Here’s the highlight reel: I’m officially booking my appointment for a cross tattoo. This isn’t just a tattoo; it’s a statement. A bold, possibly over-caffeinated “let’s do this” to 2025. It’s the perfect blend of meaning and aesthetic, and I’m counting down the days until it’s etched on my skin.
If you know any tattooists who could rival Michelangelo (but with ink), let me know. No pressure—I’m just trying to look epic here.
Drained but Grateful
Now, let’s address the elephant in the room: the holidays are exhausting. Fun, yes. But exhausting. It’s like running a marathon where the finish line is a nap you’ve been dreaming of for days.
And yet, there’s something satisfying about looking back and knowing you made memories. The kind of memories that make you laugh, cringe and maybe shed a tear or two—ideally not all at once.
A Lowkey Unhinged Wish for You
So here’s to you, dear reader: May this year bring you joy, growth, and just enough chaos to keep things interesting. Take risks. Make memories. Eat that extra slice of cake and blame it on “holiday calories.” Whatever happens, remember—you’re doing great.
Happy New Year, legends. Let’s make it a year to remember. Or at least one where the laptop survives the holidays. 🥂
