Why do we call them New Year's Resolutions? Is it just because we set them at the beginning of a new year? Or perhaps because that's the only way we'll be motivated to set them? I'm trying to be more honest with myself and I know that I most likely won't complete those that I call New Year's Resolutions so this year, I'm calling them 'Goals that I won't berate myself for not completing this year'. Focusing the year on self. We get so . . .
Time. It flies by fast, doesn't it? It seems like it was only yesterday that I was still in high school, a fresh-faced student, eager and ready to learn. That was six years ago. Now, I'm a high school graduate, having completed another stage of my life and ready to step into the next one. This year was not easy for me. It was the year of my HSC, my final high school exams, the ones that would dictate my entrance into university. To say . . .
Is it weird that I feel a bit lost now that final results are out and I have achieved my goal? I live in a constant state of needing to have something to do. I've never been content to just have nothing to do. When that happens, I find myself making and writing down lists just to have something to go on when I find myself sitting around doing nothing. It's a little bit ridiculous when I feel the need to write down the leisure activities I . . .
Christmas has always been the holiday that I look forward to every year. For someone who doesn't really enjoy celebrating her birthday because she hates the attention, I love Christmas because I can celebrate it with family and friends without all the attention that comes with birthday celebrations. I'm not religious, so I enjoy Christmas for the celebration and the ideals it represents. I think it's wonderful that we prioritise the idea of . . .
If you had asked me how I felt about completing my final exams two months ago, I would have said that I was ecstatic and looking forward to it like no other. I found myself counting down the days on the calendar I had taped up on my bedroom wall until I could finally let go of the breath I’d been holding since the beginning of the year; but when the day came, I felt strangely indifferent. If you’re anything like me, you sometimes feel oddly . . .